Nothing really ...

Haven't written anything since last Saturday for a couple of reasons: the first that there appears to be a severe attack of writer's block ongoing making it difficult for the creative juices to flow especcially about nothing; the second is that until yesterday there was no Interweb connection from my provider due to difficulties occasioned by the extreme weather in the north of the country.  Admittedly that we live only some two hundred miles away from the Spanish border and that as the more astute will realise is nowhere near the northern part of the country but my provider's central distribution is, just outside Paris in fact.  Now all is restored to normal service - thankfully!

It is only when something that is taken for granted and then taken away that the realisation comes of how important that now missing something is, in this instant  t'Interweb.  Instead of being absorbed with assorted forae, emails and other diversions there suddenly was this yawning great chasm each day of just so many hours to fill.  Too cold to go out into the workshop not spend time outside in any other way, thankfully the portent of Christmas intervened in some measure with joyful hours passed in various retail establishments whilst gathering sustenance for the festival and last minute gifts.  Even more thankfully during the course of these forays there is always a welcoming café for a decent coffee and a browse of the newspaper.

An idea occurred whilst in one of the huge hypermarkets arising from the presence of créche facilities for harrassed mothers with youngsters to safely deposit kids and shop unhindered, why not have a grown-up créche for husbands where wives can safely leave t'other half and likewise enjoy unhindered retail therapy.  requirements could really be quite modest for such an establishment, decent coffee or beer, comfortable easy chairs, a selection of suitable reading material, television showing a variety of programmes and of course appropriate staff for such a place.  Now how many men would be only too happy to go shopping given such inducements?  Me for one ...

Amazing isn't it?  Set out to write nothing and what happens?  A further outpouring of assorted, miscellaneous drivel!  Oh well, back to the concept of creating nothing ...