Friday, September 30, 2005

Surreal

I have one sleeping baby in the house. Finn is with Terry (my father), and the washing is out. The lounge is tidy. The dishes are clean. The lawn is weeded (really). I've had a coffee.

So I've got time to blog something. But I haven't got an idea. So I'm blogging nothing.

(Big echoing space)




















echo









echo

7 comments:

David said...

You should be out training.

Martha said...

That's the problem with babies. People look at you funny if you leave them to their own devices.

Besides, I was out training at 6.45am. How much training can a girl be expected to do?

tinks said...

You what?

Martha said...

I know! Shhh secret squirrel - it is easier to go out than stick around to feed these crazy kids. Don't let on to Glen.

Pix said...

Oooh, nice effective echo.

Violet said...

Isn't that just the way. If you had something to write about, you'd probably be too busy to blog.

Glen said...

I feel the urge to train