Blogger's Block. Hmmm.... sounds like a load of old cobblers to me, until I tried writing today. I sat down to type and all that came out of my tippy tapping was three measly sentences (as I've Told 3 people). What kind of blog is that? I can't even admit that they were grammatically correct.
So how is it that I can write jolly emails to pals, including my wish-she-were-my-niece (who I have been meaning to Tell for forever and finally managed to email today but who, incidentally, should not be reading emails at work) however I am stymied when it comes to the blog?
So I took my Mum to the Co-op (we live the High Life) and badgered everyone in a uniform until I found the-one-who-makes-decisions. I Told her about Homeopathy for Health in Africa and she has promised a rather lovely raffle prize - hooray!
My mum then took me out for a cup of tea (I think she could see I was a little low). You know there's something about a cuppa... I've just watched the end of a film where three of the four heroes are given The Ultimate Spread to eat (gorgeous fruit, champagne, huge chocolate cake etc. etc.) and the English guy gets a cup of tea. And I could see the sense in this. (Mind you, you do really need some cake to go with it).
Once home I sorted out a remedy for a family friend who then popped round later with her dog. She was grateful enough to listen through the whole of my Telling and even, as she raises money for charities herself, gave me tips on selling plants.
Hope the writing picks up tomorrow.
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