I don’t know what to write. I don’t know what to write. I don’t know what to write. I   don’t   know   what   to   write…

Welcome to this new post. This post is new. This is a blank page. A blank page is what occurs when there is nothing on it. Nothing is what happens when there are no thoughts. No thoughts occur often.

Let us start at the future. In the future there are  filled pages, applause and even chocolate. You will laugh and cheer at my many interesting posts, you will ‘Like’, ‘Comment’ and ‘Follow’ my works of brilliance, and I will eat a Flake chocolate while having coffee. You and I become besties, and we begin to binge on Downton Abbey.

Not today, though.

Today. Today is just blank. Blankety-blank-blank.

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Okay! Alright! Enough of the nonsense. Well, how about we concentrate on you this week? You talk, I listen.

So…how are things? Seeing anyone special? What did you have for supper last night?

Oh, that good, huh? Good job, you!

Wow! She’s/he’s a keeper! So happy for you both.

Meatloaf? Argh! Farts! I love meatloaf. I should never have asked what you had for supper. Fiddle monkeys!

No, I’m fine. Really. I just really like meatloaf, that’s all. meatloaf…

Listen, I think I’m going to say goodbye now. I just want to go make myself a blanket-pillow fort, and mould there for a while. Mould is interesting.

I apologise for this post. It’s sometimes difficult to string a whole se….