I have to write a piece for a newsletter. I've been attempting to for a couple of weeks now. How to say boring stuff not boringly in half a page sums it up. I left the work I've done for a few days, returned to it, deleted and started again. Not for the first time.
Deadline is on Tuesday. I'm going to a party today and will probably not feel like work when I get home.
Maybe I'll write better after a few drinks?
No, I tried that last week. That lot got deleted the next day.
I've a feeling I should have stuck with the first draft. I wonder what I said that time?
Nothing like a whinge for putting the backbone back in the back (huh? makes some sort of sense I suppose) as I got it done and respectfully sent it round to the rest of the committee for them to say "Pah! Write it again."
And I finished it after the party furthermore, which was an excellent do, thrown by friends, newly retired, who are selling up their gorgeous home and moving to France. They have bought a flat in Colchester too, which they will let, in case they change their minds and want to return home but the property market here has done another hike.
It turned out that I was the designated driver so I behaved myself.
Didn't want any dinner, but Al and Dilly were toasting marshmallows on the embers of their barbecue, so I wandered across and shared.
Still got my 'speech' - annual review, not a big deal really thank goodness, at least I don't have to be funny - to sort out for Tuesday but as long as I mention the right things and thank everyone by name and leave no one out, it'll be fine.