Well I got a telling off for the spelling mistakes in last weeks “Life”. Sometimes I go back and correct them, but it doesn’t update on the feed most of you use, so I do wonder if that’s worth it.
There’s no spell check on the “wordpress” support – or if there is, I haven’t found it yet- and it’s exceptionally picky about paragraph structure and such , so writing on Open Office or Word and then copying across, just results in an unholy mess.
I often sit down without any idea of whatI’m going to write about. Sure sometimes a particular misshap looms large, other times the whole dogs life can be inspired by a chance comment said 2 days ago. Last week was literally unfolding as I typed. (I got a full refund).
Often I just open the page and start typing hoping that inspiration will present as I go, and I hold that some few inaccuracies illustrate that it is unedited conversation, as if I were just talking to you here, rather than a premeditated monologue.
I’m actually on holiday, having worked through most of the festive, I’ve taken some time to relax, recover (try to fix that dodgey knee), get the car MOT’d (oh please please please ….. hooray! ) or replaced (not this time , but soon!).
I had also hoped to catch up with a few friends. Among other plans it is my (our) turn to host the annual Burns Supper, ever an entertaining night of poetry and song, with the ocassional nod to the Bard.
Unfortunately, while the Kilmanock abode is ready, the restrictions do not permit. Indeed I await todays official word, to see if we can even entertain at all.
“The best laid schemes o’mice and men gang aft agley” as oor Rabbie would say.
Or
The date was set, the guests were told,
the songs were practised by this skald.#
The table ready, for the supper
but, by covid we’ve been scuppered.
Fourteen invited thereupon,
we canny have, for omicron.
Next week on IaDL – It’s ryhmes better with a drink.
#skald – old word for Bard or Poet
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