Instead of watching the latest
episodes of ’Spiral’ on television last evening I made the mistake of recording
them and instead spent the time wrestling with a knotty problem that I had hit
with the plot of my latest book, the sequel to ‘Someday, Maybe’, (available online
and on Kindle along with the second book, ‘Moving On’!) and scribbling down
some possible solutions for getting over it.
I should know better!
It wouldn’t have been so bad if
my brain had kept me awake most of the night in order to continue with working
on the subject, but it didn’t. What my brain and I amused ourselves with to
pass the night time hours was a dreary and protracted recital of nursery
rhymes, ‘’Hey Diddle Diddle, the Cat and the Fiddle’, ‘Little Boy Blue’, ‘Dr
Forster went to Gloucester’, ‘Little Polly Flinders’ and so on and so on, which
seemed to be on a loop, arriving on the hour every hour. Between performances, we
employed ourselves usefully in making such fascinating studies as counting up
how many of each letter there might be in my full name and what the sum total
of those numbers might be; how many generations have lived in this house (
musing at length as to whether a generation should be two-score-years and ten
or somewhere around 40 to allow for having children), what route my husband’s
troop train would have taken between the Hook of Holland and Berlin when he was
doing his National Service, how many stops and where there might have been (wondering
at length whether or not the men got undressed at night to get into their
bunks. I decided not; no room.) We continued in like vein until the light crept
in weakly around the edges of the curtains, whereupon I drifted off…
… and awoke moments later knowing
that I had discovered the Meaning Of Life! Eureka! What a moment!
Fortunately, I keep a notebook by
my bed and I scribbled it down for posterity before drifting off again. I entrust it to you, dear reader:-
‘Joy of joys,
Tea of teas.
Don’t it make you
Want to sneeze?’
Yes,I did find it just a little
disappointing in the morning.
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