… is the fact that I haven’t written a blog for over a month. I’ve got a weak excuse, which kind of covers me for two weeks, but then there’s the other three that provide me with none at all. I was here (granted, I was down with the flu, but that gives you more time to contemplate, not less) but I was just lazy. A complete lack of inspiration came over me that I just haven’t been able to shake. Everytime I start to write, it turns into a complete diatribe of frustration about one or the other basically rather unimportant thing. The one thing of interest that  have been mulling over (talking about scandalous) is whether at sixty I shall be able to overpower a person a head taller and  close to forty years younger than me in order to have my wicked way with them against their will. And I’m saying person here, because I know a good many women who could deliver a well aimed kick to the softer parts of my anatomy that would send me reeling from the room all thought of sexual gratification clean wiped from my mind for at least the rest of the day. But then again, I’m still a decade and a half away from 60, so I have yet to realise the full power of my body (or at least my loins) and I shall look forward to the day.