It’s Saturday, time once again for Six Word Saturday, and this week it’s a struggle.
It’s four o’clock in the afternoon here, so almost half of the day has gone without any inspiration. The Tinkids have all gone out, doing nothing interesting or newsworthy before they left. Mrs Tin dropped and broke a glass, but would not be happy if I broadcast that fact all over the internet, so I won’t.
I’ve done nothing exciting either. “Went To The Shops, Bought Newspaper” is not the kind of story that wins you Best Thriller Writer awards.
I was pretty close to not playing this week, when suddenly I had a stroke of good fortune. I was cutting my nails and nipped my finger with the nail-clippers. So:
Ouch, That Really, Really Did Hurt
Mind you, it’s a sign that blogging is more an addiction than a hobby when you’re actually thrilled to have hurt yourself so you’ve got something to write about.
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