Not 15 Minutes

I can't blog for fifteen minutes every day while I'm on holiday. Well, I could, but then I'd have to give up spending an hour walking to the supermarket to buy rolls and crisps for lunch or going to bed early and annoying (aka talking to) my sister or looking at tye-died hoodies at the Village Green or one of zillions of other little things that aren't necessarily more important than blogging, but are more holidayish. While I'm on holiday, more of the strange ideas that grow in my head will just have to stay there. I promise I'll write in my journal tonight, though. Some things always happen. Writing is one of them.