There's no reason to write this blog. I just felt the need to type some letters and have them form some sort of coherent musing. It's been a little while since my last entry, which was just transferred verbatim from my journal; a cheat's blog, if you will. I had done quite well there for a spell. As much as I enjoyed doing a blog everyday in November last year, it was tough to keep it up. Doing a blog every month or so doesn't seem good enough either; there's got to be a happy medium.

The following unedited blog was written in my journal, Tumble Flicker, whilst aboard a Fokker 100; which was flying out from the Telfer gold mine on the morning of Thursday the 14th of July.

I've commented here before that it has been a strange year. Here we are nearing the middle, and I've been taking stock of what will go down in history as 2011.  Presently, Rhona is at work, Lyss is at school and Loch is home from kindy with a nasty cough. Seeing as it's quite hard to keep him in a bed or on a couch, he's happily playing on the kids' computer, in between sneezes and splutters. Thankfully it's the sickest either of the kids has been for a while, touch wood.

...I wrote a song for you. Well, I didn't - David Bowie did. Hunky Dory's Song For Bob Dylan is a cracker, but I digress (before I even got started, how unusual)! To get to the point, it was Bob Dylan's 70th birthday a coupla weeks back and I've been in a bit of a reflective mode.