There's nothing like blogging for pulling you up short. This week, I realised it had been a while since I'd written a post, so I started to think about what I might say. How I might represent the excitement which had been my recent life.
And there it was in black and white - déjà vu. My life, it seems, is so exciting that I have done it all before. Should I tell you about the day of driving I did for work? Across the hills, then down to the coast? Or was it spookily similar to the one I did exactly a year ago?
Or I could talk about how, this morning, I went out into the garden with my washing basket for the first time this Spring, and wandered about the garden looking for signs of life.
Oh. Same sheets. Same washing basket.
Same old, same old.