Four years
It dawned on me after writing yesterday's post that it was the first for four years, and that I had simply re-entered the room without so much as a "hello" or a "sorry it's been a while". And that of course got me thinking about what I'd missed over the last four years and why I had not been motivated to write. I rarely think that I am particularly busy - I'm not running a company or a country, I have reasonable hours and plenty of holidays. I'm not building a house and I don't have a demanding second career in amateur sports. But all too often I do have the sense that there is something that needs to get done, if for no other reason than if it gets done then I can collapse on the sofa and watch TV, which often happens for 20 or 40 or 50 minutes around 9.15pm. And so, during the work week there is the routine: walk the dog, make the breakfast, get out the door, do the job, come home, make the dinner, walk the dog, clean the kitchen, put t...