You would think by now (my third attempt), I'd be getting the hang of this blogging mularky , or do you know me better than that already?
Every time what appears to be the grain of an idea looms into view, my total ineptness, is there such a word? interferes with my desire to communicate.
By the time I've got to the empty page all inspiration has long since departed. Whatever made me imagine I could do this?
Here's a promise, the next time I rear my dazed head I will have something to say.
Meanwhile does anyone know of an idiot's guide for trainee idiots? Answers in Braille please.