It's 5 o clock in the morning...

and what am I doing? I'm blogging that's what, how sad is that?

I sit here in my eyrie, I'm sinking under a sea of Thesauri (is this right?), dictionari (probably not either?), tomes of spelling, grammar and the definitive guide to the appliance of the apostrophe. And guess what - I'm still hopeless. Although in my defence I do enjoy being provocative in a 'Is she really that thick kind of a way!' In order to play the piano badly you have to know how to play it goodly - innit. Well that's my excuse.

The aforementioned books bought from my fav on-line shop Amazon, are certainly good for the circulation. No, no, NO not to the brain, the feet, cos that's their main role in life. A better class of foot rest what!

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Why am I up this early? I'll tell you... I'm at a funny age... my hormones have bitten the dust to be replaced by a surfeit of creative genes. My head spins with ideas of a crafty nature. I turn over in bed and instead of reconnecting with the snooze apparatus, I start thinking what to do with my latest charity, ebay buy. Trouble is, by the time I get across to the studio I've completely forgotten what wonderful creation I was planning.

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It's Friday and I don't know how to change the day and time on this blooming blog. They say a little knowledge is a bad thing, how true that is. Can a blogging aficionado tell me how to do it? Only one prob here Lindy Lou no bugger reads it...