Today’s Saturday. Yep, that’s right, Saturday. I know you lot reading this all think it’s Monday, and to be fair Monday *is* when I plan on publishing this, what with Monday being G-Day and all, but right now, I promise you, it’s very much Saturday. Almost half ten in the evening in fact. So I’d better get a wriggle on or it’ll be Sunday, and then my opening sentence won’t make any sense at all and my efforts to get ahead of the game in readiness for Monday will all have been in vain as I’ll have to re-write it all anyway!
….Is it at all concerning that I just read that back to myself in the voice of Matt Smith?
You see? Saturday! Doctor Who on the brain and everything!
Anyway, the reason I’m having to write this now (and am probably going to have to come up with ‘H’ and ‘I’ tomorrow) is that between work, planning a cookbook launch, two choirs’ worth of rehearsals and my first ever open mic night (hello, can anyone say ‘O’?), any attempt at real-time blogging is going to be somewhat beyond me.
So here’s one I made earlier… it’s not quite Tracy Island, granted, but at least it didn’t end up a congealed mess on the ceiling!
Now… how far does a girl have to run to find herself some fishfingers and custard?