Being bored leads to Shameless Self-Promotion

This afternoon i was bored.

I couldn’t find anything I wanted to do, nothing to look at on the internet, I didn’t want to read my book, I was just bored!

I was so bored, that whilst I waited for D2 at the bus top, I took photos of everything.

So, here is a selection for your delectation:

my hand, my jeans, my hand again, an underside view of an insect on the car window

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I also took a whole heap of other stuff that I later deleted – because it was even more boring than the photos above.

This morning on the way to work I wasn’t bored, and I took this photo of the boats as the mist lifted for the morning.  I’m not really a fan of boat pictures but they have been nagging at me for weeks to take a photo, so there ya go boats, you can shut up now.

ImageAfter not being bored at work, well I was a bit, but just in case the boss might be reading

– I WAS INCREDIBLY SATISFIED AND EXTREMELY BUSY AT WORK TODAY –

I drove home and whilst I had to wait at the roadworks I took this picture, just to alleviate the boredom, you know?

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So, following our very exciting daily theme here, I came home and, you guessed it, got bored.  I decided to change the theme I use for this blog, and after clicking through all of them decided to give “Spun” a whirl.  (edit: It didn’t whirl too good so had to change back)

Then I thought, (and this is where the shameless self-promotion comes in), why not be daring and add another page, and why not be shameless and put your “craftiness” out there for all to see?

So I did!

If you’re in the mood for some shameless self-promotion check it out here

thanks for listening

The Handless Imps

I’m worried about the Imps.

How do they manage? I know they are here by the evidence, or lack thereof, that they leave behind. Lately, I lay awake in the night and hear their soft pitter patter down the hall, their nightly trek to the danger zone, and their self-satisfied retreat afterwards, but I still just don’t understand how they do it. How do the Imps, who apparently have no hands, manage to feed themselves?

No hands, you ask, how do you come to that conclusion? Well, it’s got something to do with the dirty dishes that mysteriously materialise overnight. Before I go to bed each night I wash and stack the dishes neatly on the sink, and yet each morning I rise to find more, so, therefore, it must be the Handless Imps.  My thinking is thus, dirty dishes not washed or stacked = no hands to do it with, therefore Handless Imps. Pretty straightforward thought process there, I think you will agree.

I know I shouldn’t worry, they are obviously capable of scavenging without hands, maybe they have adapted their feet or teeth or elbows….. but I’m just wondering what will happen when the Handless Imps meet the Itwasntme’s and the Ididntdoit’s … but that’s another story.