Over the next few months I’m going to have to decide whether I’m going to grow Big.Words.Scare.Me or keep it small, agile and completely flexible to my every whim. I’m wondering, as I will be again next month (and probably the month after that), if growth is the best thing for the business and for me?

I suppose what I really want to know is if growth, this way, is a necessity? Or is this type of growth, when applied to Big.Words.Scare.Me, just my ego talking?

I’ve stopped speaking in full sentences choosing, instead, to complete the majority of my sentences in the confines of my head. Great for me, not so helpful for whoever I’m talking to.

This is apparently my new way of dealing with stress. While some people eat and others drink I, being the non-conformist, play with my sentences. Nice.

I’m sure this wouldn’t be quite as large an issue if I spoke more to myself and less to the outside world.

I often find Inspiration hanging out around the corner in a dodgy coat with shifty eyes and a bottle of something in a brown paper packet.

No wonder most schools don’t let their students go near it.

I’m in the trenches, fighting off this cold (I want to call it flu but it’s not) with everything I have. Armed with an artillery of ineffective drugs I find myself losing. I’m going down.

God help me.

Discretion is the most undervalued and undestimated characteristic. Without it you’re just a tabloid.

It’s called a deadline for a very specific reason - nothing survives after it, when you’re dead you’re dead.

No Resurrection; this isn’t Easter.

When I’m really busy I lose the ability to communicate, through speech (sign language or gestures), with the real world. I start conversations - with people - and then end up finishing them silently, in my own head. I think I share this particular problem with lots of businesses and brands.

It’s a terrible habit and I’ve been trying to break it for years but, I’ve recently realised, it isn’t a problem - or at least it wouldn’t be if more people were telepathic …

Today I had an epiphany: hard hats are totally underrated. They’re awesome.

I am divorcing my sinuses. It’s over.

I’ve tried to make it work. I’ve been patient. I worked through the horrific headaches, the embarrassment caused by a watering eye (note the singular) and the leaky nose. I can’t, however, get over the constant I’m going to sneeze feeling.

It’s been real sinuses but now it is time for you to pack - your never ending supply of snot en trane - and go.

My nose could take on Usain Bolt - in the 100m’s - and win.

I have a cold. It blows … pun totally intended.