I haven’t blogged since Saturday. This must be the longest stint without updating my blog this year. I can’t even use the old laziness excuse for the lack of updates this time. I tried to blog, I really did. On Sunday evening, I sat down, with my laptop in front of me, staring blankly at the screen, hoping for something to appear in my head that I could blog about. There was nothing. I took to Twitter and the BBC website, in the vane hope that the internet would provide me with inspiration. It didn’t. Damn you, internet!

How can you maintain a daily blog when you don’t have anything to blog about? I am more than aware that when I do blog, 99% of my posts are meaningless drivel and about nothing. Given that this is the case, it is a pretty sad state of affairs that I cannot summon the thought process to write SOMETHING.

I am writing this blog throughout the day in work, while on breaks, of course. The office is unbearably hot. Our office is small. It’s basically a box bedroom attached to a building. Half of it is surrounded by glass. We may as well be sitting in a greenhouse. You could grow tomatoes in between the computers. It makes me hot and cranky.

This is just one of life’s annoyances. I shouldn’t complain. Hard to believe, but I do actually enjoy my job… as far as jobs go. One of life’s complaints which I will soon be free from, for the next six weeks at least, are the school children who I pass every morning on my walk to work. It’s not children I take issue with. It is the scooters they ride on. No word of a lie – every child at my local school rides one of the damn things. They don’t ride them safely, either. Walking my local pavements on a school morning is up there with crossing the M4 motorway, when it comes to danger. I have narrowly avoided being run into on a number of occasions. The parents of the children have apologised for their offspring’s wreck-less behaviour on a small number of occasions, but not very often. It is only a matter of time before somebody is killed… or at least receives a nasty bruised knee.