Don't worry, I'll soon get fed up of doing my doodles! But my plan, you see, is that they will be my pension. I only work a few hours a week and only took out a pension recently so when I retire I'll be getting about fourpence happenny a week. Hence the need for an alternative source.
Like Baldrick, I have a cunning plan. My thinking is that when I am famous my doodles will be worth millions - like John Lennon's or Spike Milligan's. The only flaw in this scheme is that involves me becoming very famous very quickly, and I haven't worked out how to achieve that yet.
Naturally I would like it to be as a writer, however, even the most accomplished writers achieve only limited fame - unless they have a fatwa issued against them. And I'm too much of a coward to risk having to live my life looking behind lamp-posts and under cars. At least any more than I do already.
So any suggestions anyone has would be gratefully received.
As I have mentioned many times on this blog, the one thing I am good at is sleeping but currently even that gift appears to be failing. Last night I woke at 4 and could not get back to sleep. The more I tossed and turned, the more I stressed and my brain woke up. Eventually I went and made myself a cup of tea and tried to practise some relaxation techniques. When I had a counsellor - before she gave me up as a hopeless case - she provided me with a cassette tape that she had recorded talking me through the relaxing each bit of your body thing. The problem there is that, when I used to do it, I always fell asleep by the time I was halfway through so I don't know how it ends.
I finally drifted off and dreamt that I was in a fiercely bad mood, so bad that someone decided I should see a doctor but to get into his surgery I had climb over the railings ...
Incidentally is there anything more annoying, when you can't sleep, than the sound of your partner snor - sorry, breathing heavily next to you?
Actually, yes, there is. When he stops breathing heavily and, in fact, seems to stop breathing altogether.