A poofter’s work… February 15, 2006Posted by BiB in Uncategorized.
Yet it’s a sure sign of blogger’s block when you think of writing about how many washes you put on and how cooking was a chore. And yet I like to convince myself that the everyday makes a riveting read. Perhaps not. This is like reading about paint drying. For which I apologise.
So how to sex a post up? Talk of quiet February days might not do the trick… But isn’t February rather a spare month anyway? It can’t even decide how many days to have, often. I propose, in the name of going metric, and for simplicity’s and standardisation’s sake, it being abolished along with November – another utterly pointless month – and us having ten 35-day months with a two-week period called Yearmiddle, or something catchy like that, stuck between months five and six when we all do nothing but lap up the sun and be nice to each other. Those in the Antipodes, southern Africa and the bottom chunk of South America could have a Christmas-style Mittelfest to make sure we were all happy.
There we are. That’s what to write about when you have blogger’s block. Revolutionising the calendar. If there are no takers here, maybe I can get on to Turkmenbashi and give it a whirl with him.