For the first time today I find myself staring at the blank page in front of me with no inclination how to fill it... with less than 24hrs to go before the harvest festival, very little seems worthy of note. I am conscious that I am letting myself down; a better person would be pro-actively filling their time with a worthy, (possibly even charitable?), distraction - but, I can't for the life of me come up with a to-do list. If I were at home I might go and see my big sister and her beautiful little girls, or visit a good friend, or bake cakes and deliver them to all of Archie's friends, or we might go for a long drive and listen to our wedding playlist - none of which are particularly worthy in the holistic sense of the word but all of which are meaningful to me.
I'm not mentioning this because I think I'm unlucky; if we were doing this at home there would be downsides as well - we wouldn't have had so much time together, Archie wouldn't have been home to give me my 2pm injections, there would have been no escaping everyday expectations despite the influx of hormones, I probably wouldn't have written this blog... I'm just mentioning it because, today, it is the truth and, if anyone is planning to follow suit, it might be a good idea to put some forethought into how you're going to deal with days like these. For now though I will just have to improvise - I don't have an oven or I would probably go ahead and bake cakes for all the neighbours - at once doing my small bit for international relations while simultaneously personifying my Scottish origins - they don't call us the heart attack capital of the world for nothing you know, (deep-fried chocolate cake with frosting in batter anyone?). I think what I should do is pay Croatia the compliment it so richly deserves and pull together a paragraph or two about the country we're staying in. That way, anyone reading the blog and thinking of making a visit, can be a couple of paragraphs less ignorant than we were when they arrive. See what I did there? I set myself a goal and I made you guys the goal-police. Now if I don't do it I'll feel guilty - ah, guilt, my old friend the great motivator.
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