At present, it is 18:15 , the relevance? Well usually by this time I’d be lounging around or eating most probably –realistically I’d be doing both- then I thought, let me write a blog post that is always a fun thing to do.
I spent about 30mins pondering the possibilities of what I could possible share with you today. I had a number of ideas but none of them really wowed me and I’m easily pleased, so they definitely wouldn’t have amused you guys. So, I turned to a man of knowledge, the man who apparently always knows best… My pops.
I’d never regretted asking my pops for help so much in my life… Now, he isn’t really a traditional ‘back in my day kind of guy’ but today, you would’ve thought he had transported himself from the age of aboriginals. After a long, mundane and patronising conversation this is what I concluded what my lecture.
Remembering all I had asked him was “pops, you got any good blog post ideas?”
- Back in my day if we wanted to tell somebody something we wouldn’t put it on the line, I’d write a letter and post it to everyone…
- Why would you want everyone to know what your thinking? Are you really that bored
- You talk to your blog more than you talk to us!
- Write something insightful, how to make a good sandwich (I’m sure he meant this as a joke)
- If I help you its not your blog and therefore you should pay me or change it to ‘delveintodad’
- I like watching you thinking about something, it’s a rare sight
- I wish you’d revise
- What is the point in a blog? Do people even read your rambles
- I’m sorry, how about the art of Picasso?
- Do you get paid? I need house rent
Are you sighing as much as I am right now? There was so much more, he was on his soapbox preaching nonsense at me ALL morning. I couldn’t regret anything more in my life, all I want was to eat my toast with a civilised man, having a civilised conversation about a potential post-although I did get what I wanted- but instead I got my pops conforming to the stereotypical dad role. I’ve learnt my lessons, need advice? Ask mum.
My countenance throughout the rambles…