I was going to blog about yesterday's drive down to London and back in an "Enterprise" hire van. Then I thought I might blog about the strange phenomenon of how traffic can draw to a halt on congested motorways for no apparent reason. Alternatively, I thought I would blog about the rags-to-riches tale of Sheffield-born Premier League striker Jamie Vardy. Then I thought about Chris, a former regular at my local pub who, upon a whim, upped sticks and went to live in Udon Thani, Thailand at the age of sixty three.
Perhaps I should have blogged about new Labour leader Jeremy Corbyn and how the media have portrayed him and his pacifism. I considered another general knowledge quiz or some previously unseen photographs from my rambles in the heart of England. A post in praise of Sheffield artist Pete McKee? Another poem? Or the hard luck our lovely son has experienced since the London-based internet start-up company he was working for collapsed. Hence the hire van.
Instead, I have chosen not to blog about anything at all. I shall have another mug of tea before performing my daily ablutions and heading off to "Lidl" for yet more food supplies. It's nice that in order to survive. we don't have to hunt deer, grow vegetables or collect berries any more... isn't it?