People who drive cars with their mouths open concern me. I think it shows that they’re not coping with the concept and should have their licenses and car keys taken away.
Having just had a perfect day on Ben Nevis it transpires that I’m going back again to climb it by a different route. Will I camp on it this time?
I was wanting to spend around £2K on fire brick for a job we’ve got coming up and the stockist couldn’t speak to me as they were in a training meeting. Training for what? Drinking coffee and sitting on your fat arse while I got back to the office and find the same product on the internet? Yes.
Holly’s nursery parent’s meeting went well last night. You know that your child is being well looked after when the words you read and hear accurately descride the person you know and aren’t just standard responses. They’re good people at Holly’s nursery, Primary 1 will have a hard act to follow.
I’m #1 in the world, top of the leaderboards for racing imaginery muscle cars (for the time being anyway). It does make me rather more of a target that I was before, it’s almost impossible to finish a race now, so I’m playing the new frustratingly buggy Doctor Who game instead.
It could be that my dry race commentary via my bluetooth earpiece is winding folk up as well now I come to think about it.
Used my new test binoculars to gaze at the moon last night. It was yellow and red with the craters on the bottom half sharply defined, brilliant. Can’t wait to sit at camp with these things.