Cursed by Friday 13th

Well, not really, more cursed by lack of inspiration, energy and motivation. This here blogging lark demands some cohesive and clear thinking, the ability for which has deserted me entirely. Yes, I watched the rugby, and yes I was rather sorry that England lost, as they played like heroes. But the Welsh defence was just too good. I missed a couple of matches through lack of planning and talking too much, always something that was going to happen. Meanwhile, I have to prepare for a visitor, still have not stained the new doors, and must take the nail scissors to my hair. That last little effort might well see me sitting up at midnight knitting a balaclava to hide the effects of my creative hairdressing.