I wish I was blogging more at the moment. I wish that constantly, and fervently. I wish I had just a couple more hours in the evening so I could do things like eat AND start to get back to work AND answer emails and write things people have asked for AND write on this, my muchly beloved blog.
I wish that I was better at netball. Or running. Actually, probably just running, I’ve never had an interest in netball, I don’t even know why I said that.
I wish we’d managed to send out the thank you cards to all our friends and family before the 200 photos we got printed to put in them were 3 months out of date.
I wish I could find the time and perfect words to tell you – right now, while it’s happening – how amazing and tiring and frustrating and wonderful and terrifying having a small person to look after is, but those of you who have one already know and those who don’t probably don’t care. Which is all fine.
I wish unicorns had heatproof horns so you could use them as emergency kebab skewers.
I wish I had responded to all the emails that I have on my ‘REPLY TO THESE LOVELY PEOPLE WHO WERe NICE ENOUGH to EMAIL YOU’ list. If you are on that list, I cannot apologise enough.
Because apparently, in order to apologise enough, I would have to email you.
Which I am not organised enough to do.
I will though, honest. I might leave the ‘apologising enough’ bit out though, because that would probably take up more time than just writing the email if I did it.
I wish I’d made that last paragraph shorter.
I wish I’d bought that other chair before someone else did and I ended up with this one, although this one is also nice so on reflection I retract that.
I wish I wasn’t so tired and hungry all the time. More hungry. More tired. More tired. More Hungry. I wish I could be neither, just for a couple of days. that would be very exciting.
I wish world peace, happiness and justice for all etc.
I wish I’d got to see that film the other week, but it was only on for one night, and there wasn’t any way I could get there.
I wish. Hm. I wish it would stop bloody raining and do something a bit more summery.
I wish… oh lots of things.
I wish there weren’t two other things I told myself I had to write before bedtime tonight so I could write more soon. More copiously. More often. More Right Now.
I wish I wish I wish.