What happens when you chuck the candle into the fire

I've got 50 minutes to write today's blog and I am yet to decide what I want to talk about.  Well I've actually got longer as it’s only 6:30.  However I set myself a target, as l would rather not repeat rushing to post it at 23:57 again. 

I'm a bit spaced out today. My mind doesn't seem to be functioning because I was up very late last night.  More accurately, I didn’t get to bed until almost morning as I was trying to finish something which I could quite easily have left for another time. As I had to get up for an early meeting, I got about 2.5 hours sleep and right now I am descending into pre speech, prehistoric woman!

When I'm tired, I notice I become particularly irritable - no surprises there!  Random pointless noises really begin to grate on my brain.  Right now I'm being attacked by nature.  There are some crazy (and I me crazy) birds chirping like a cat is eating their young outside my window.  Know I haven't checked, I'm three stories up and any cat at this level would have to be a descendant from the planet Krypton and possess the ability of flight. 

When I'm in this mood all my Buddhist leanings leave me in a flash and are rapidly replaced by my ethos of superior humanity.

I am also being disturbed by next-door's puppies (yes in the plural).  I ask you, who in their right mind would wish to keep not one, but two Doberman/Rottweiler crosses!  Not content to have one devil dog from The Omen, you breed it with the hell hound in the sequel, Damien.  Don't they realise they grow up!  Cute puppies now... tell me that when they are chewing the face off anything that moves.

Then there is a stupid squirrel that has been wrecking my garden for the last 18 months (ok it’s not making noise at present but I’m on a roll).  I refer to it as a stupid squirrel because it buries peanuts in my plant pots, then digs up everywhere in a bid to find them.  Which it NEVER does!  I know this because they sprout in the spring.   

My theory is that the squirrel buries them because it doesn't know what to do with peanuts. Peanuts are not native to the UK and they definitely don't look like acorns.  This poor rodent probably thinks they are magic beans that will grow into giant acorn trees or something equally as ridiculous.

All this pales into insignificance compared to the biggest attack from nature right now, preventing me from collecting my thoughts and coming up with something to write my blog about. The greatest natural intrusion at present is the microscopic fly that keeps buzzing around between my head and my computer (as if traversing an invisible figure of 8 motor racing circuit).  This fly has been bugging me (forgive the pun I couldn’t resist it) for three months.  

Now clearly that's not possible because the life cycle of a fly is much shorter than three months.  Indeed I believe it's no more than a day or two (all biologists are welcome to correct this assumption).  BUT...  What I want to know is: how come every successive generation knows the flight path of maximum annoyance.   

The problem is that they are so small and so light, it very difficult to swat them. Or even see them long enough to accurately place your hand either side of their miniature being in order to clap their species into nonexistence. Did I mention that my Buddhist leanings leave me when I'm in this mood? 

Anyway my mind remains blank and I can't think of a single useful thing to write my about blog today so I guess we’re just left with this.  

Note to self: Go to bed and sleep.  Being overtired is counter-productive.

No point in leaving any comments today – I’m going to be asleep. Guess I could

read them tomorrow :-)