Maybe it’s something to do with the sultry balmy weather that threatened to raise our hopes of a summer comparable with those of our youth, before drowning our hopes and reverting to type.
Maybe its something to do with my new half pint demanding her daily 4am feeds, or maybe its down to the enforced abstinence of alcohol.
Whatever the reason, my Mojo has not only left its packed up, shipped out and emigrated. It’s currently horizontal on a hot sandy beach, having its toes cooled by a tropical aqua marine ocean whilst drinking, through a straw, freshly prepared cocktails from a garishly adorned glass.
By Mojo I mean the ability to concentrate and write anything other than drivel. I know that covers most of what has been posted so far on this blog but I do try to write seriously.
So, should you find my Mojo on said beach, please ask it to come home, there is a chap sat staring blankly into his laptop in need of a "yeh baby" moment.
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Hi Joe - good to read you.
ReplyDeleteHave you checked under the sofa or down behind where the ironing board lives for your Mojo - mine often creeps to either of those places for a bit of a rest.
Worth a try????
Been there even pulled the cooker out,erggghhhhh
ReplyDeletenever a good move, the creation of new life-forms ia not something to be proud of.