Head mashed, brain not working and thoughts all over the place. What on earth is wrong with me?
Forming a sentence is becoming almost impossible and writing the things I like to write is far beyond me at the minute and it's beginning to worry me rather a lot. I spent twenty nine years believing my English teachers and my parents when they said I could write for toffee and should concentrate on maths and science as they were 'my thing' but I thought I had just about kicked that thought in to touch. This week though I'm not sure if I've not closed down to the idea again :-(
Maybe it's the heat who know I might be fine as soon as the rain comes again, which really wont be long this is England after all.
Having read this I think it actually makes sense which is a break through for the week and something I can build on I guess. I might see if the little ones are up for telling me stories when they get home that helps sometimes as well.
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