slog 26 February 2010
The slog continues but i can’t help but feel that in my old age I am going easier on myself and generally saying ‘you’ve done your best for the day’ – thing is I want to believe it’s true even if I know I could have pushed myself a bit harder. HOWEVER, if I had, perhaps I wouldn’t have anything to start on in the morning and it’s important to have that in the bag as ‘twere…well, in this bag (= me) anyhow.
My god daughter, Emily White, is making her Confirmation in a week’s time and I have to apologise to her for being a rubbish moral and spiritual guide. Again there is a ‘however’ attached to this item, which is that girl knows her own mind (and it’s a damn fine one) so she doesn’t need me confusing her just yet. We’ll get around to all that when I introduce her to the joys of drinking, swearing and perhaps even spitting (the latter is something I am not enamoured of, but if it has to be done then it has to be done – in other words we roll with what’s given to us)
