My other half has gone out to dinner with some of her work colleagues, to celebrate a birthday, so I’m at home on babysitting duty. Only, said baby collapsed on the sofa after a hard day at the nursery. Leaving me with no baby to sit for. A rare moments peace and quiet. Even our noisy neighbourhood disco is quiet. I could do some work, but I know if I start, the wee one will wake up and I’ll have to leave whatever I have managed to start in mid-air.
Stop reading, start speaking
Stop translating in your head and start speaking Italian for real with the only audio course that prompt you to speak.
So, what does a baby sitter with no baby to sit for do? Well, he writes. When things are quiet, which is rare nowadays, I like to write. Often something for this blog. But, now someone has given me a little writing project, I can draw upon my imagination to create something. So far, so good. The ideas have been flowing nicely.
I’m writing, for the first time in ages, I’m actually writing. It’s a good feeling and, hopefully, what ends up being spewed out from my imagination will be worthwhile.