I am either working, commuting, or doing useful houseworky things, or sleeping. I seem to need more sleep and food than I have time to get. Is this what it’s like to be a ‘proper grown-up’?
I was saying to my sister earlier, as we saw a young girl doing just this, don’t you sometimes miss being young enough to be massively entertained by running along while hollering and feelng and hearing how your jarring footfalls affected the amazing noise you were making?
So in case for some peculiar reason you’re actually missing my strange daily contribution to your online existence, that’s your reason and my excuse. I am busy, and I’m rather enjoying it all. It knocks singing whilst running into a cocked hat.