The longest journey begins with the first step..........

I am genuinely struggling to find a way to impose some literary device which will explain to anyone willing to follow my blogs, or who stumbles across them for the first time, why it is the date shown on the blog is far in advance of the date I'm writing about without constantly repeating that I am trying to catch up to the present date. I have decided that the easiest way is to ignore the problem. These are my blogs about stuff that happened to me on any given day, who I met, at least one deed carried out on that day and what I thought about it. So if the chronology is a little perplexing, tough. As I will probably be the person most interested in this body of work in the future, it will be up to me to figure it out and as I don't care I've decided that from now on the date will be whatever I deem it to be...... Writing is so empowering.

Tuesday the 12th of September in Menorca and after the previous night out at the jolly boys pub a.k.a. the bar in the complex with a number of middle aged people who should have known better I was nursing a monstrous hangover. I know I managed to speak to my youngest daughter in England and wish her a happy birthday but the rest of the day was a bit of a blur. Mrs Norman whose notes on what happened and when are usually quite informative has simply written down 'hangover!' which although quite short is probably more informative than I would like.

My human contact on this lost Tuesday definitely included the long suffering Mrs Norman and my thoughts were on the retribution that alcohol will visit upon the over indulgent. My deed was to ensure that I wished my little mate back in England a happy birthday.