Having been on a mid week break to Krakow, filling our faces with gastro heavy food and far too much alcohol has left me feeling like I’m having to heft my expanding midriff around the fields as I walk the dog. The ground is a bit drier than it has been recently; the going is, what racing folk would call, “Good”, I think and thank god for that. Winter has been a chore and Spring can’t come too soon. If only work would fuck off and leave me alone instead of constantly grinding me down with reduced efficiencies making my job harder and taking longer, we’re meant to be world class, or at least heading towards that, but I am continually feeling I am looking up at the sky whilst plunging down a well, who the hell is in charge here? I ask my self and have probably mentioned this a few times on here, its culling my Mojo, sapping my creativity and giving me aches and pains, seems I’ve got a frozen shoulder or tennis inner elbow crease or some such. I’m seeing the doctor tomorrow who will hopefully inject me with some sort of steroid to sort my right arm out, I want to reach the top shelves in the supermarket just one more time. Dear me, it could be age related I suppose.

Seems now the volume of early morning puzzles are spinning out of control, what used to be a trundle of Wordle is now a torrent of unnecessary guff; Quordle, Squareword, waffle with extra tsunami of Globle, and Worldle. I need to cull some or all of this stuff, Christ I was reading today about someone who missed doing Wordle one day and so had to set his phone to Hawaii time in order to complete the lapsed puzzle, and for what? It’s not real life, it can’t be what happens can it? Surely I don”t have to play Hearts on my phone to epidemic proportions do I? I need to get out more, I feel unusual, I think I should go outside. 

And Kraków was the tonic in my gin, creating an alchemy of excitement, which must continue, but first I must sell Mum’s house, get her sorted and try and resist the glow of the tiny screen, I’m turning into a monster liver spotted child. I need a hobby, maybe collecting beach glass or doing a blog could help me get back on the straight and narrow. In the mean time, watch this shrinking space.