Has my life really been so boring that I’ve had nothing to write about for ten days? I’ve been pretty busy, but I haven’t done much worth writing about – just your average day to day life. And I haven’t had any opportunities to get good photos, which I think always brighten up an otherwise average blog entry.
About the only thing I could have written about was going to High Wycombe on Wednesday, when the second train on the way there was delayed because of sheep on the line, and the first train back broke down and the second was 27 minutes late because of congestion. But that would only have been interesting if I’d actually got photos of the sheep. And I didn’t.
Paint them instead then.
What could be more interesting than delayed trains?