NaPoWriMo 7
I’m being crushed by guilt. Really, really nice people are continuing to follow my blog despite my faltering output. I could tell you a story but everyone has heard it before. It tends to boil down to not prioritising my creativity. Why? Books have been written about that, none of which I intend to read. Until I have my own self-help book published, of course 😉 I mistakenly believe that my every utterance should be perfection. So I languish in anguish toying with ideas and words but not producing anything. Up to a point. Something small will pop into my head, usually lightweight as if to counter the ongoing and usually narcissistic existential struggle taking place in my head.
So I was sat, sipping in Starbucks (endeavouring to win the prize for most clichéd place to be creative) and struggling with my Muse, when the Sun was blocked from my view by one of those most bloated of cars, the Mini. The poem followed quickly…
Uniquelyrussell 
Yep I agree on that, some models are anything but mini 😀 still on the bright side they don’t break down as much I guess, but where is the fun in that. In my life I have blown 3 old age mini engines and every one was an adventure. Oh and a 7 mile walk to a telephone before the time of the mobile 😀
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Hi Bruce. The name is a bit of a misnomer now. They could rename it the ‘Fairly Chunky’ but probably wouldn’t sell as many. I also remember the days before mobiles. Walking to find a phone box that hadn’t been used as a toilet or had been vandalised. I particularly remember the arrival of super glue specifically because it was used to glue up the slot where you put the coins B*****ds!
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