An eternal truth is that life gets in the way of blogging.
Like all of the childhood diaries that never made it out of January.
What a waste.
What a waste of trees, of grandparents pensions, of the printers and distributors and shop assistants time. Left inside a draw. Unfulfilled. Finally returned to the earth with aluminium cans and the spaces where the dreams of prosperity evaporated.
These first entries invariably contained factual information. Information about what was watched on television on New Years day. What food had been consumed. A comment about how much I was looking forward to filling in the diary over the coming year (not like last year, this year would be different)
This blog will be different. Won’t it.
Today we bought a car.
It is a Honda. It is blue.
Mr X
