The allure of the mundane

The blog is a strange medium. When I read other people's blogs, I am fascinated by their accounts of the mundane. Well, that's true if their writing is reasonably accomplished, and as long as the design of their blog is attractive.

I am sitting here in bed. I am ill enough not to want to do any work, but bored enough to want to do something other than read Three Men in a Boat. So I thought I'd write a post about sitting in bed on a humid July day, looking out of the window at the sky and the trees, smelling the sweet peas in a vase on my dressing table. I thought I'd write about the vile virus I have and how this morning when I woke up ill at 4 a.m. I not only felt like death, I also felt overwhelmed by depression. I felt so blue that I decided the illness was psychosomatic. So I started to write a post and then thought "Hang on, do people really want to read this?" and decided they didn't. So I stopped.