Finding time?

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What a week! I’m in the midst of campaigning in the local elections. I won’t go into details or mention the party I’m standing for. I don’t want to get into a political ramble here.

It’s just been mad. I’ve hardly been home. I haven’t had time to blog. My legs feel like they are about to drop off because I’ve done so much walking. My back is aching from jarring it coming down some steep steps. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I’ve spoken to lots of people and met some really interesting characters. I want to help with their problems and try and make a difference. The only problem is politics has become a real antagonism to some people. With everything going on nationally it is having an effect locally.

So life is busy at the moment. But I hope to try and fit blogging back in again soon.

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Waiting

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I’ll be there this afternoon.

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I’ll be there soon.

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I’m on my way…

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I’ll be there today

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Or maybe tomorrow

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If the weather holds.

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He’s prone to colds.

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I’m in a rage

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It’s been an age.

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Well now he’s late

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Choose a new date.

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Watching paint dry

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I might just die!

Keeping track

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I can’t keep track of things… I want to but social media can be overwhelming. If its panto rehearsals, craft fairs ,art exhibitions. .. A lot of the time I just have to delete things. It’s not that I don’t want to do stuff, just my head is full of things I need to do and I end up stationary instead of getting things done. I’m hoping this will change soon, maybe for the better.

Then there are emails, I don’t know how people manage their accounts with WordPress. I think I’ve said before that it’s hard to keep up with them all. I want to, but then two hours have passed and I’m still sitting in the same place!

Apologies if I don’t always respond to your posts.

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What time do you write?

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It’s interesting to think what is the optimum time to write….?

I find that I’m usually busy in the day, but sometimes have a bit of time like now,  to write. But the normal time I write is in the evening. Usually when the TV is on and I’m not particularly engaged in the programme.  Sometimes I find myself listening to the television with one ear and my husband with the other whilst typing here. My brain can be quite scrambled when I’m doing that.

At the moment I’m listening to a TV programme called countdown when contestants choose a series of vowels and consonants and try and make a word up to 9 letters long. The longest word wins the round. A bit like scrabble really. The other game they play is a mixture of 6 small and large numbers and they must use arithmatic to get to a random number that the computer generates. Each game is only 30 seconds long…….

So getting back to when I write, sometimes I’m racing to publish something before midnight. It’s become a bit of a challenge to myself. I don’t really know why I do it, it may be because I’m quite competitive and I like to try and keep my writing limited to the same day. I guess I treat it as a bit of a deadline.

My other habit is writing late at night or early in the morning when I can’t sleep……as long as its not too boring.

Gallop

 

I remember a children’s programme I used to watch when I was a child. The theme song included the line “on white horses”, but I have very little memory about the show or the rest of the music. sketch-1546645322237.png

There were many programmes with horses then. Including the Lone Ranger. A children’s TV show called Follyfoot I think, and another called the adventures of Black Beauty based on the story by Anna Sewell.

I remember always drawing horses. My favourites were dappled grey ones. It’s not as frequent an obsession now, and as there are fewer horses and ponies on TV, I don’t get the chance to look at them very often….. Other memories include going on holiday to Dorset as a child and seeing a white horse carved into the hillside, and hearing that a rough sea with white topped waves was said to have “white horses” on it.

Life does seem to move at the gallop now. So many things change as you get older. I suppose we are living in the most technologically rapidly changing times in human history. Not long ago horses were used on farms to haul plows. Dray horses to pull brewery carts, and even to work down mines and pull canal barges. How times change