Blogging instead of doing

Who is doing the doing if we are all sat here writing?

It is late evening and the sun is low, the cows are mooing and my arse is sore from this seat (the sort that are good for your back that you kneel on).

If for some reason anyone finds themselves reading this blog, note that it is not only my odd writing but a compilation of writing on other blogs and pages over the past 2 years.

Yeah, well, time for tea and a stretch … and then on with the story so far.