Three-posting Day

A bit like Sherlock Holmes and his two-pipe problem I post a lot when I have something that I am reluctant to do.
It's Friday's lecture for the University of the East, Vocals and the Songwriter. I know what I want to say, and how I'm going to say it. But it's just the sitting down and writing it.
So there I was, in the garden, raking leaves, and thinking about how Gyms secretly link to the National Grid and sell the electricity that everyone generates while exercising. I was trying to get rid of some bits of fox poo that studded the grass, and before I hit on the idea of kicking it into the bushes at the side of the garden, I got some on my white gardening gloves, which meant I had to put them in the washing machine. I put my pink Timberlands in there too to try to get rid of the coffee stains, and listened while they booted the insides of the machine like bodiless Skinheads.
Later, I noticed a little black seed from one of those plants that has pointy pods that explode and ping seeds all over the place; this one had lodged in the corner of my eye and I debated leaving it there to grow a plant, just to see if anyone said anything or everyone was just too polite.
By then, it was far too late to start writing my lecture, and I simply had to put it on to tomorrow's to-do list instead.