Earlier today I began thinking about which 'f' word I wanted to choose.
Fabulous, I thought, and I was fuelled into a furiously frisky frenzy. So many flipping fantastic words flying around inside my noddle.
After frittering away fifty minutes frequenting my dictionary, I became frightened this activity would simply leave me a fraught, frustrated and fruitless figure. I felt I had come to a full stop and considered fetching my friend, Helen Baggott, who is the judge for the free-entry Full Stop competition
Then I remembered it was Friday. Helen would be at the fish and chip shop where she chats up the fella with the frier in his fingers.
It was then I realised fear was holding me back from making a decision.
I chose freedom by forcing myself to face up to it.
I'd had fun in making a selection but once the final countdown had begun, that was it.
What would you usually be doing on a Friday if you weren't busy with the A-Z challenge?