Soon be Christmas.
So, every February, I do this stupid blogathon thing, don’t I?
I’d probably not bother, if it hadn’t become the internet sensation that it has.
But, each year, I start by bemoaning how difficult it’s going to be to finish the whole month, because nothing much has happened.
And each year, I do manage to finish – by hook or by crook, sometimes.
But, we get there, somehow.
However, this (surprisingly) is the first time I have tried to do it during a pandemic.
Somehow, I have to write 28 posts this month, when nothing much has happened… for real.
No tales of going to the pictures; no whimsical anecdotes about a trip to the dentist; no amusing stories about loonies in the shopping mall.
It’s just me getting up in the morning; sitting in front of a laptop for eight hours and then going to bed.
All interspersed with stoppages for food, watching a bit of telly and walking the dog.
That’s it, pretty much.
And so, I apologise in advance for the drivel that I will need to bestow upon your eyes, if I am to finish this year’s attempt.
Either that, or this could very well be the year where I give up.