It’s been ages since I’ve written a simple diary entry; a piece free of those distracting pictures, free of philosophy and free of celebrity deaths.
The original intention of this blog was to bang on about what’s been happening in my life. Sometimes it’s nice to get back to basics.
Such things require no research at all. Not that I do all that much.
And I don’t need to spend hours scouring Google Images for those distracting pictures.
Back to the diary.
This week was pleasantly bisected with a day off on Wednesday, the intention of which was to hale and heartily greet the Foxtel man as he installed dozens of channels of entertainment goodness.
Unfortunately it was not to be.
The installation will require a certain amount of drilling holes in walls and digging up the garden, all of which was apparently beyond the capability of the man telling me this.
This was particularly annoying, because Wednesday also saw the departure of my lovely wife overseas on a business trip for two weeks.
My plan had been to spend her absence wearing a serious groove in the couch watching documentaries and repeats of Star Trek. If all went well I’d be starting to get over it by the time she got back and wouldn’t mind so much as we devolve into a diet of Fashion TV and E! News.
But alas, it was not to be.
So what am I to do now? Dunno. Might as well write a blog.