At least three posts a week. Posts that bring in visitors and comments. A feeling that much as I’m writing this for my own need to jot down my thoughts on my years of listening to music, other people are finding it entertaining.
My woeful levels of productivity, lack of interaction and dwindling visitor numbers are proof that I’m a long way from the ideal.
And things probably aren’t going to change.
My mother is in now in a care home where she seems as happy as my mother ever gets – but I’m spending a lot of time messing about with her finances and trying to empty her house of years of accumulated tat (e.g. books of Green Shield stamps, interest rate increase letters from 1962 and what seems like a national library of cookery books, all recipes unattempted afaik).
At 57, I’m still managing a couple of games of football every week – proper running football against people way younger than me in the main, with a couple of other 50-something players so I don’t feel like a complete dinosaur.
Add to that a weekly board games club, the Campaign For Real Ale (I’m a Branch Chair) and other socialising and you can see why I’m struggling to find time to write anything.
And then there’s work. A restructure looked like it was going to give me the opportunity to wind down on reduced hours until jacking it in when I hit 60 in May 2026. Until I made a flippant comment about a new senior post to my boss – she gave me a steely gaze and told me that she strongly encouraged me to apply for it. After an eleventh hour application, I got the job (I’m convinced my boss only suggested I apply because her own retirement is imminent and she won’t have to deal with me). So retirement plans are on hold – and any chance of creating additional time to write here has gone with it for the time being.
So it will be much as it has been over the last few months I suppose. I’ve plenty I want to write about, but it’s finding the time. This post is 48 hours later than I planned it due to me falling asleep on the sofa after football and then board games over the last couple of nights. I’m only awake now because tonight’s footy was called off and I’m drinking a rather stunning black IPA that I fully intend to finish before I doze off.
If you choose to keep dropping by, thank you. I’ll do my best to entertain.
And this now gives me a chance to inflict some Inspiral Carpets upon you, should you so wish.
TGG
Wasting time in the study 
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