WOW

I say again: WOW! Has it really been almost a month since I last posted on here? That must be the whole blank mind thing's fault. You can't call your blog 'Inside a Blank Mind' and expect to post something every day, I guess.

For those of you who don't know (and since only Richard M. and Jon D read this, you don't really need me to type any of the following) the real reason for my absence has been a combination of bad health resulting in brief hospitalisation, a house move (three doors away, maybe, but still stressful believe me), continuing ill health and a baby nephew who refuses to accept that Aunty Kerker has ill health or other things to do more important than looking for Burney Dragons out the letterbox or singing 'Bob the Builder' while hammering his Mum's walls. Still, it's been fun.

Hopefully this week I'm going to get back on track at last. I'm starting to feel slightly more in control of my life even if I do have to endure "Doing a wee-wee, Kerker? Big boy!" through the door whenever I lock myself in the bathroom, which I tend to do whenever Iggle Piggle is mentioned. How on earth Derek Jacobi could lower himself is beyond me.

THIS WEEK

It's Wednesday. It's cold. But then, I'm always cold. Well, I'm always complaining at least.

I am currently in Devon - Woolfardisworthy to be precise - and I've still not had any custard. I HAVE had a lot of nice food, though, which is always the most important thing. And I've got a lot of work done, which is the second most important thing. I think it must have something to do with being close (ish) to the sea. I don't seem as keen on procrastination as I normally am.

I have visited a lovely lady named Mrs Braund with Jon. I have laughed quite a bit and I have eaten lots. Oh, we already covered the eating, didn't we?

I had something profound to say in this blog and I've completely forgotten what it was. Ah well. I'd best go get some more muesli....

WHO CARES?

I'm not bored but I am still posting a second blog today that possibly two people are going to read but I'm a vain idiot and like waffling so there you go.

I've really got to put some pictures with these blogs at some point. They'll probably be just as boring with pictures as without but at least they might be visually more interesting.

Anyway, I'm home at last, and exhausted. I've had a fantastic day but I'm EXHAUSTED! Did I say that already? The theatre was wonderful. I saw four pieces and only one (not my friend's) was uninteresting, mainly because I was late and forced to stand up at the back.

But....

What a perfect way to end what has been one of the best days of my life: I got home in time to see Barbra Streisand take over an entire episode of Friday Night With Jonathan Ross. The great lady herself is warbling in her unique way on Spotify with a less-squeaky-than-usual Barry Gibb as I type.

THAT FRIDAY FEELING

Okay, I know it's a rubbish title but I couldn't think of anything else. So far the day has been an interesting one. I am currently sitting in Starbucks in Manchester (Clarence Street) using the free WiFi for the first time ever. And what a performance it has been! The laptop bag isn't big enough to hold my external USB keyboard so as this one is knackered I'm using the onscreen keyboard as well as the one or two keys on the laptop that do still work. Signing up to WiFi was confusing for my little brain but so worth it because I now feel quite the executive tapping away through my lunch and the biggest coffee I have ever seen in my life; though in my scruffy un-ironed tracksuit I probably don't look too executive.

Still, I'm happy. My lovely boyfriend Andrew made a special effort to come say goodbye this morning before flying off to Switzerland on business, I've had two doses of chocolate already and in just a couple of hours I'll be reunited with my old friend Contemporary Performance when I watch my pal Wayne's show at the Green Room.

Bugger! The battery on the laptop is about to go....