The draft folder in my ‘posts’ is slowly filling up with complete drivel. I start off writing something I think is going to be funny or interesting or, at the very least, related to something relevant. By the time I’ve finished typing and read through it I realise what a complete load of shi** I’ve created and there it sits. My problem, you see, is a complete inability to cut out and delete the rubbish stuff. On its own it sounds okay but when it snuggles up with the other okay bits I end up with a whiffy gym-socks result. I can’t see past the smell to pull out the offensive sock and so it lingers, unwashed and unwanted. The pile is growing. I can’t even cull that.
I’m going to sign off before this blog ends up in the same place.