I wish I could tell you what I've been doing over the past few weeks.
While that may sound like I've been on some huge drinking session, I actually can't remember what I have been doing.
I know I've been to work. This is because my supply of porridge has gone down in my draw.
I know I've been to the FBIL's* wedding. I bought a suit. I did some dancing. I took some pictures. I was there.
I know I've started to learn Something on Gertie the ukulele. That's 'Something' by The Beatles not just 'something' on Gertie, although, at times, it does sound like something else not Something. So if you heard me I wouldn't blame you for thinking it was something and not being able to work out what that something was, only sure in the fact it wasn't Something.
I know I've been to the gym. I've picked my favourite locker and everything.
I also know I've done some wedding prep. The wine and suit (oh my) are bought and we've paid for the rings.
However, in that time, I don't know why I've not blogged.
Although I've written about writers block before I wonder if I've just gone through a massive spell of it.
There have been numerous attempts at writing this.
I started one on dentists following my first visit to one in years. Yes, I know, I should have gone before. But I really do freak out over those trips. Sweats, shakes, swearing, the whole kaboodle.
Another focused on how many weeks I had left until the big day. It was 18 weeks at that stage. I seemed a little worried when I read it back. Ha!
So apart from the dentist, ukulele, wedding, working, gyming, shopping and prepping for the wedding, just what have I done?
Perhaps I have been drunk.
Skills.
*Future Brother-In-Law
