Dance, fucker, dance.

Writing when your mind has more or less gone blank is a tricky thing to try and do. You start out with the best intentions but then your mind starts to drift and you end up distracted by the most stupid of things. All this is made worse when you really should be paying attention otherwise you miss what it is you’re supposed to be doing…or even not doing! My attention’s downfall was a bird that shot past the window during the task explanation. One minute, you’re trying to absorb everything being said, and the next some tatty excuse for a magpie catches you off guard and you end up gazing blankly at where the branches have engulfed it. The problem then moves from watching that, to being hypnotised by the swaying of the leaves. By the time you finally snap out of it, you miss a huge chunk of what you should have been listening to.