Are these thoughts mine???

My mind is still enjoying it’s weekend away. Either that, or I’ve lost it somewhere. I don’t think that I’ve lost it anywhere too far away, because I have the strangest feeling that I used it recently. Well, I think I did… it’s hard to tell what you have done with a mis-placed mind.

I think I had to renew my driving licence today. I went to the post office, and stood in a little booth having an awful photograph taken of me. The photographer asked if I was happy with this one, or wanted another taking. I looked at the photo, and thought long and hard for a second. I said no, just in case the second photo was even worse. I’ll only have the licence for the next ten years, and I won’t look anything like the picture in the photo by then anyway. I’m hoping I won’t look anything like it next year, for that matter!

I didn’t really get a good look at the photo in all honesty, so it probably isn’t as bad as I think it is. The photographer didn’t help when he said that one woman had to have her photo taken nine times before she was happy with it. It proves that it isn’t us… it’s the photographer, the booth, or both. Actually, the photographer was also the clerk on the desk in the post office, so it couldn’t really be his fault either. Technology. That’s what it is. An awful photo on my driving licence is all down to modern science.

I hope I get the right one back next week. You hear stories of people receiving replacements that bear no resemblance to who they are. Not that I’m casting any aspersions about the post office, but I regularly receive post for other people in the neighbourhood. I’m just saying, that’s all…

On my way out of the post office, I was stopped, and asked if I was interested in a new savings account with them, or a credit card. I took all the details from them, but don’t think I’ll be taking out any new accounts just yet. Although, whilst I was talking to the manager who was trying to sell me the accounts, I remembered I had a savings account with the post office back in the 1970s, that I hadn’t used since then. She gave me the details about who I need to speak to about this as well, and I finally managed to set back home. I must remember to look into this 1970s savings account… I may have thousands of pounds in interest just waiting to be withdrawn. That would be a nice surprise.

I think the rest of the day has been quiet. I watched a few episodes of Smallville (I’m still addicted to this show) and basically just chilled. Which is also what I’m doing now.

Considering I have lost the ability to think, I think I have thought quite a lot about today… and considering I haven’t done that much, I’ve managed to write about it in over five hundred words!

I was also thinking (see – there I go again!) of reducing my blogging challenge down from PostADay to PostAWeek, but I thought (!) I’d miss it, so things are staying as they are.

OK, I may not have anything to write about most days, but I still like writing, right?  This blog needs something to keep it bobbing nicely along, so a post full of nothing every now and again will fill that gap (those gaps!) nicely. Oh, and speaking of writing, I’ve added another scene over on Talestream. I’m sure things will start to make some sense over there at some point soon. I’m hoping so, anyway. I think. But at least this proves that these thoughts are my very own…

I’m off now to look for my mind once more. Either that or watch another Smallville.

Decisions, decisions…