It would be tempting to claim that I have not been able to post for the last four days because of the extraordinary transport disruption caused by exploding Icelandic volcanoes. But, as yet, the volcanic ash has not impacted on the ability of the 363 bus to chug its way up from Brighouse to the top of the hill where we live. It would be equally tempting to claim that this particular horrid little middle class stereotype had embarked on some awful contrived adventure, but there has been nothing particularly adventurous about the last few days.
No, the truth is far more prosaic. This and that have interfered in my plans to post. This and that have caused the creative juices to congeal into the sludge of everyday existence. This has meant that my epic poem on the loss of innocence through the decline in cask conditioned ale has had to be postponed. That has meant that my novel based upon the attempted assassination of Putzi Hanfstaengl aboard the SS Europa in 1933 has, yet again, had to be put on hold.
But tonight, as I pour myself a pleasing glass of Old Fettercairn, I make a resolution. I will set the alarm clock early for tomorrow. I will get out of bed with renewed vigor and shake the metaphoric volcanic ash out of the recesses of my brain. I will be renewed. I will post again.
And I will read your post. :)
ReplyDeleteThis and that indeed! We all get a case of this and that from time to time.
ReplyDelete"What we are today comes from our thoughts of yesterday, and our present thoughts build our life of tomorrow: Our life is the creation of our mind.” -Buddha
Rising like a Phoenix from the ashes of this and that ... I'm glad you're okay.
ReplyDeleteWhen a volcano can give you so much fame and trouble, it has to effect the emotions and the spirit. I hope things do settle down as a little town of Pella over here is trying to ship potted tulips over to its festival from Holland because there planted tulips bloomed three weeks early.
ReplyDeleteThe recesses of your Brian? ;)
ReplyDeleteI hope you won't miss out on your opportunity to bottle the ash in little vials and sell it by mail-order. Actually, I wonder if you haven't already been doing that and it's kept you from blogging. Hmmmm.
ReplyDeleteShouldn't that be metamorphic volcanic ash?
ReplyDeleteIt hasn't all gone; Brian?
ReplyDeleteAnd just when I was considering sending the navy to rescue you!
ReplyDeleteNo the "Brian" was the Old Fettercairn and not the Old Eyjafjallajokull.
ReplyDeleteThis and That have a lot to answer for.
ReplyDeleteLoved the postcard!
It is not beyond the bounds of possibility that somebody got his parts-per-million mixed up with parts-per-thousand.It's a long time since the sky over England has been so blue all the week.
ReplyDeleteThis & that do rear their heads from time to time! That postcard is really fun.
ReplyDeleteHaha . . the dreaded malaise. I know the feeling but you'll be back. How the hell do you say the name of that Volcano?
ReplyDeleteAh Alan.The Same For Me!I am up early today.I have found my stoutest brush & will wander through Hebden Bridge to brush away the volcanic ash from atop our local ley lines.
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