The readers will probably be aware from the title that today is not an average day in the mind of Miss Clare-Elizabeth Clancy. Well, I suppose it depends on what you mean by average. Strictly speaking no day is that average for me, not that I'm Indiana Jones with an unpredictably exciting life; it's just that I find I can never tell from one day to the next how I am likely to approach each day ahead.
For some reason I have never quite ascertained, from time to time, today being a prime example, it takes all of ten minutes for me to crawl out of bed, wake up and suddenly turn into Ken Dodd at twenty-five but female. If any of my two readers (I think Jon does) is not aware of who Ken Dodd is, then shame on you.
Today I am full of beans and much to Jon's chagrin, won't shut up when he's trying to work. I keep finding very small uninteresting things interesting, forget that he's busy and tell him all about them. You would think I had been born in the Chinese year of the rabbit. Incidentally it was the rat. I'm not sure what attributes that is supposed to give me.
I am also becoming increasingly concerned (probably needlessly) that I am writing a public blog mainly for my own private amusement. Does this have moral ramifications, I wonder? Probably not. Maybe one day I can turn it into a prize-winning book and ratings-stealing TV series like that of Belle De Jour, taking extra publicity from the revelation of my true identity after the main character from the TV series version has already been given the wrong name - except Inside a Blank Mind the book and TV show would be a lot less scandalous I should imagine and the revealing of my true identity rather a superfluous exercise since I've already given my full name at the top of today's post....
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