If this is your idea of a joke, then you belong in a Woody Allen film because I’m not laughing.

I started writing a blogpost on the blogger app, and the keyboard wasn't working, which was a massive pain in the bum and totally got in the way of the creative writing process.

Happy Easter if you celebrate it; we've had a really nice day with egg hunting around the garden; mean, no fun Mummy hid Care Bears that they already owned, instead of chocolate, but then relented and put some chocolate buttons in some plastic eggs for them to find as well.  The girls were most annoyed that I hadn't hidden the eggs "properly", but you know, if it was so easy, why did it take you 20 minutes hey kids?   I took some pictures but they're on the big camera and it's nearly Monday and my computer has no battery life left and and and.

I went for a run today, and my left foot was so painful, I'm going to have to go and see a physio, which will be expensive, but, and in sentences I never thought I'd write, I really want to do this half marathon, so I should spend the money now rather than risk a more permanent injury.  So rubbish.

Old age is creeping up on me.  Stuff about knitting tomorrow.