Lost for Words

I have sat in front of this empty word document for long enough now, this has happened to me quite a few mes, but I've always managed to find something to chat about. I have asked for inspiraon from friends but found that I seem to have covered most things that they suggested. Tonight, my faithful readers, I'm stuck.

In an effort to find inspiraon, I have re-read some of my passed muerings. Alas, apart from chiding myself on the ever-present poor spelling and grammar, nothing I've read srs the gray maer into acon. I'm starng to wonder if it's me to stop.

I have wrien fiy-four arcles since that fateful day when our disnguished editor coerced me into pung digit to keyboard. I really do enjoy doing it when I can find something to get my teeth into. Looking back on what I've wrien, I am proud of most of them. There are some I'm looking at and thinking “what on earth was I on” but for the most part, I'm ok with them and I think they are improving.

I've found beer ways to edit, but sll find the odd weirdly placed capitol leer, and each one makes me die inside a lile. I've discovered something called Immersive reader. This fabulous addion enables me to hear what I'm wring, Its an American voice of course, which is a lile distracng, I would love to change the accent to something like Scouse or Brummy just to entertain me as I pick through the plethora of typos. A thick Scosh brogue would be a proper challenge. The trouble with using Microso Word is that it is an American product, and we all know that those from across the pond have trouble speaking, let alone spelling, the Queen's (or should that now be Kings?) English. The fact that they spell realise with Z and dare to red line me gets me apoplecc with rage. It's doing it now, there it is, the word realise is spelt perfectly, but there's an angry red line underneath it as Word is insisng that I spell it 'correctly.' It's just plain rude. My lovely number four child brought me an Oodie for Christmas. For those of you who don't know what one is, its like an giant oversized jumper made of fleecey stuff. It's the best present I've had for ages. Like most of us, I am very aware of my impending lekky bill, and it's been so cold lately, I've checked so many mes if the heang is actually on. As a kid, I remember frost on the inside of the windows, its not that bad, but it is bier. I now just pop on my Oodie and within minutes I am toasty warm and not so inclined to pop the heang up a notch. Most evenings since Christmas,

I can be found wrapped in my Oodie, with fluffy socks and a big blanket searching through the many TV channels trying to find something entertaining to watch. I must look a proper site, wrapped up like some sort of weird version of Eskimo Nell, shivering under a pile of blankets with just my hand barely able to clutch the telly box as it pokes out from my cocoon into the frozen wastelands that are my living room to change the channel. But soon this will be over, Spring is coming, it is. The nights are easing out, and things are going to start growing again. Just a few more weeks. One more thing, while I'm here. Look at me, start with writer's block and now you can't shut me up. My wonderful Legends are doing some amazing stuff on the rugby pitches. Our 1s are riding high on top of the league and haven't lost a game all of this season and the last half of the previous. If you've ever felt at a loss on Saturday aernoon and fancy popping up to cheer the lads on, there is always a warm welcome and a cold pint waing for you at Legends Lane.