This is the week that I thought I should write about farts on a fairly crowded train. I am 100% sure that at least one person has read over my shoulder and seen me write some fart onomatopoeia. And then seen me google onomatopoeia for trumpet like farts, then onomatopoeia for trumpets. Then finally, I think there’s an excellent chance I started mouthing out the sounds I was writing.
Because that people is where I am at.
I’m going to switch straight to my dodgy train photo. It was on Tuesday.
That’s right, no chronological order for post #22.
I also stealthily wrote about farts at a rep-hockey kids social get together. The kids bowled while us Mums (I half know 1 of them) sat around eating sweet potato chips and marvelling at the Transformer that showed up to entertain a little kid’s party. And I quietly got out my iPad and started writing about farts. Cos I’m classy like that.
This was Saturday.
So totally out of chronological order, I then wrote a bunch on the couch. Again, I wrote about farts, but I’m pretty sure the air I breathed was inspirational, as I have two boys!
It wasn’t cool but a fair bit of writing got done. Yay me.
