Fuel for thought
I’ve been a trifle
busy this week – when I haven’t been contorting myself with pilates, I’ve been
house hunting*, working insane hours**, studying, attempting to regain running
fitness and attend to basic facets of everyday living. Needless to say my
writing has once again fallen to the wayside.
Then this made me stop
in my tracks and gave me some fuel for thought. This is perhaps the most poetic press release of
the week:
And that the letter of law has no
top and no bottom. And everybody in the world knows who is responsible for the
wrongdoing of News Corp: Rupert Murdoch. He paid the piper and he called the
tune.
This chap sounds like a wordsmith! Perhaps I should start to incorporating some wordsmithery at work. Perhaps I should utilise lovely word images when educating my patients about their various ailments!
Two birds, one stone, eh?
Or I should just get more organised, ugh.
*Note: Word of the (newly) wise, perhaps don’t
inspect the cheapest accommodation advertised – I tried that tact this week and
found myself in the sleazy surrounds of a derelict squat. Lovely folks living
there, somewhat spacey in demeanour, but not lovely enough to convince me to rent a room there. The black
mole, damp and lack of a toilet also factored in on the decision!
** I'm a physiotherapist
