I’ve been doing a monotonous and boring chore this morning. You know the kind of thing…when muscle memory takes over and the mind goes a-wandering (?)

I once worked for a Royal Artillery Colonel who almost got a tongue whipping. But, fortunately, I stopped and considered what he was saying.

Women are brilliant at factory work. They have an uncanny ability to do a boring, repetitive job and still hold a four way conversation!

As there was only me, myself and I there today (!) we had a conversation that started with : Why do I hate this job so much?

Then we got onto :

WHY do I love this colour, food, activity, person, song etc SOOOOOOO much that it almost hurts me?

Crazy Thought for the Day and in lieu of nothing particular :o)