It's Sunday night (*insert sniffle*), and I haven't done half the things I planned on doing this weekend. My excuse is one of those half-hearted colds where you aren't sick enough to wallow in bed in fake-misery, but you do wander around the place with a sore throat, sniffing and sneezing rather a lot ( Read more... )

Perhaps it's an equinox ( Read more... )

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But there seems to be an anteater asleep in your washing machine, ma'am.


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I'm sitting here eating warm home-made soda bread and jam. Comfort food at it's finest. Unfortunately, I'm also kicking myself because I've screwed up paying back some of my mortgage, having thought it started in August, when it actually started in March - ten days ago. Which means even if I pay some of it off now, I need to way 50 weeks before ( Read more... )

Seven months late and the wrong colour, but at least my new car finally arrived today. I had a totally girlie moment when the guy coming to collect the old one asked me where the log book was. And I had no idea what a log book was. In my defence, I normally do, and I was trying to put up bathroom fittings at the time, so could only answer questions ( Read more... )

I was reading the comments on a newspaper article (I know, it never ends well) on public transport. On the subject of trains, one commentator said "if they offered free first class upgrades, I might travel more often".

That statement is fail on so many levels, I couldn't think of a single, printable reply.

Still alive. And still working at gone 10pm. The joys of being a grown up ( Read more... )

I might have alleged in a previous post that as a result of the weather I am working from home today. I am working, honestly, but there may be a few more breaks than usual.

On one of them, I discovered this man again.


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An unexpected side effect of this snow is my desire to go and smack people who are behaving like idiots ( Read more... )