The Reverend Robert Shields was a man with a mission, with a purpose in life beyond keeping up with the neighbours. Or indeed, keeping up with Neighbours, which is a task I am failing miserably at.
He was an uber-diarist, recording everything that happened to him at five minute intervals. Although I don't know how much would really have time happen to a person who had to keep stopping to make notes. Not exactly a recipe for opportunity knocking is it? There must have been exceptions. Sex being one of them. The main one actually. I'm hard-pushed to think of another activity which could cause genuine offence if you stopped half-way through to record your musings.
But is it not quite tempting to do something similar when blogging? I had a really nice bowl of soup yesterday which I couldn't wait to tell you all about. Oh, and I trod in dog muck. Is this going to turn into a compulsion? Will this blog one day read something like this:
16.25pm Straightened duvet cover
16.30pm Had a wee
16.35pm Picked a stray peanut up off carpet
16.40pm Went frigging nuts