Head Space Daily Words...

BORED! BORED! BORED! Today I felt like Vivian from the Young Ones. Pass me a rubber cricket bat. BORED! WHACK! BORED! CRASH! And it's still bloody raining. BORED! My back garden looks like a swamp. Yes, I know, I'm lucky to have a back garden, just not when it looks like Yoda's gaff on Dagobah. BORED! SMACK! White lines don't do it!! Big Rob coming round for a brew relieved the tedium for an hour or so, then - BORED! Stairs mopped. Kitchen floor mopped. Bathroom cleaned. BORED! Musically, I went from the Sugar Man soundtrack, to Gil Scott Heron Winter In America, to Kurt Vile Smoke Ring For My Halo. On the song Peeping Tomboy, little Kurt sings "I don't want to work but I don't want to sit around all day frowning." Actually Mr Vile, I do want to work and I quite enjoy frowning - it makes me look a bit hard. BOSH! Anyway, I was drifting towards musical meltdown and William It Was really Nothing by The Smiths, when salvation arrived in the form of having to cook the family meal. A Motown compilation went on the pod and before you knew it, I was manic dancing around the kitchen, whilst chopping leeks and sausages. PHEW!