Posted by Tania Kindersley.
Out in the world, there are Events. Inside my head, there is the swooshing sound of white noise as my last remaining brain cell flies out of my left ear.
Luckily, the Three-Year-Old has some words of wisdom for you.
As I was sitting vacantly in front of the computer, staring fruitlessly at the screen, my command of the English language fled for the hills, she put her head on one side and said:
‘Yes?’ I said, looking up, glad of the diversion.
‘Some people,' she said, seriously, 'don’t know what they are doing. And some people do not know where they are going.’
I was slightly taken aback. I paused, unsure of the correct response.
‘That is very true and wise,’ I said.
She nodded, and went back to what she was doing. She was perfectly grave. I thought I heard the bat squeak of consolation in her voice, as if she was implying that I was not alone. As if she understood.
That’s all I have for you, I am afraid. I know I always bash on about how I am going to give you pith, usually after some lunatic rambling post that goes on for 1400 words. Then, when there is pith, I hear the show tune fire up in my head: Peggy Lee in her prime, her voice like smoke and silver, singing, ‘Is that all there is?’
That is, in fact, all there is.
There shall be more tomorrow, when I have reclaimed some of my faculties. In the meantime, I bribe you with dog pictures.
It’s worth a shot:
That Pigeon really should be on commission. She should have her own agent, by now.