When I opened Kay’s email this morning with the subject line “So…it’s your week to blog” to read “Nag, nag.” my shoulders slumped and I inwardly sighed. I am not inspired to write ANYTHING!

I could write about Ian McEwan’s latest novel Nutshell that I recently listened to on a Playaway. A Shakespearean like tale of murder and deceit narrated by a very precocious fetus who if he were not giving us the blow by blow of his adulterous mother’s treachery he would be swilling Brandy Alexanders and wearing spats. The unborn narrator is a “if Stewie had gone to Oxford” character, for you Family Guy fans out there. I highly recommend this book if you like McEwan’s writing, which I happen to adore, like short books and something out of the ordinary.

Or I could go on and on about how I am pretty sure that Netflix and PBS are in a conspiracy whose sole purpose is to make sure I have NO free time! Between the new seasons of House of Cards and Blood Line, the fact that I just discovered Shetland has a 3rd season and that Great British Bake Off and Grantchester start again this month I may have to cancel all plans to do anything with anyone!

And my dog. You know I can wax poetic about how lovely and wonderful and adorable and sweet and cute my golden retriever Winston is…. but I won’t!

So I am not going to write about any of those things. Instead I am going to write nothing.