Posted by Tania Kindersley.
….for what I am about to do.
Another 1122 words. No more sentient thought. No good opinions on the matters of the world. No recipes, no political musings, no nothing. I am like that Nina Simone song; ain't got no money, ain't got no sense, ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token. Or however it goes.
There is only one tiny brain cell left and it is saying something so absurd and idiotic that I should just ignore it. However, I seem to have lost control of the edit button. The tiny, flickering part of my cerebellum which is still functioning is saying:
I LOVE MY DOGS.
And then this happens:
Those are some old favourites. These are from this morning:
There is a thing that some devout Christians say, which is WWJD? What would Jesus do? When I was younger, and crazy ambitious, and worshipped at the altar of Martin Amis, I used to ask myself WWMD? What would Mart do?
I can tell you for certain that Mr Amis would certainly NOT admit to untrammelled dog love and then put up twenty-seven various pictures of his canines on a blog which he surely would not write.
I suppose that is the difference between us.
Here is the hill:
Now I am going to sit very, very still.