Guilt

There will be punishment. Self-inflicted. But not yet.

I Idled away the day.

I could have re-started editing my novel.

I played a few games, went for a walk, answered a couple of emails, visited son John, played a few games and had a look at a planning application which I’ve been asked to comment on. I clicked on the link. It’s eighty pages long!!!

I played a few games, skimmed a few significant paragraphs of the planning application, played a few more games and, rather than embark on a detailed appraisal of the proposed development, chose to sign the petition objecting to the plans.

It’s no wonder that we get building developments which nobody – except the developer who makes a lot of money – likes, it’s just too daunting, and, if you’re normal, too demanding to give such planning applications the scrutiny they should be given.

And now the punishment.

Two things to feel guilty about.

Bah!