Wasting Time

I have written five blogs today.

I've also had three mugs of coffee and finished up two small slices of old chocolate cake. 

But no fags, Mr Lancashire Hot Pot.  

And no diet either.  Big decision.  I have agreed with myself - what's the point really?  I would rather go out with someone fat, than starve myself for someone who at present doesn't even exist.  Some people like me the way I am, anyway.

And all of this is despite my post-summer holidays ''to do' list being three pages long.

Because I am putting off 'It'.

'It' being the court's forms for my two cases - one against the Okehampton garage, and the other against BT - both of which come up in November. 

The whole process involves Small Print.  Being Meticulous. Making yourself Cross.  Urrgghh.  Here goes.

And by the way.  Who said this was an Indian summer? They're lying.