Cold

No, not the weather, what I'm suffering from. At least I hope its a cold... it could be bird flu? Although since I gave up licking geese that should be less of a likelyhood!

Blimey!

Just noticed I've been at this blogging malarkey now for a whole year... almost non-stop. Marvellous.

Tension

My stress levels today are reasonably high - I had a late night and an early morning. And yesterday was similar. I'm a bit strung on caffeine. So what did I not need? Yet another tense cricket match!

Fags

Cough, choke, splutter, wheeze... but I'll be okay... I just need to start saving so I can buy some new organs in a few years! Maybe they could bring back tokens like they used to have in packets of fags, but instead of a cheap set of saucepans after smoking hundreds of packs you could get some new lungs...

Automotive Engineering

I'm sure many people will remember the classic episode of Fawlty Towers where Basil beats his car with a branch. Very funny that scene. Personally, I'm not keen on violence, but if my car doesn't start next time I try it, I'll be finding a piece of tree and teaching it a lesson it won't forget...

Suntan

Returned this afternoon from a few days away with my son. We both had a brilliant time (though next time I go camping I'm not going to decide that the airbeds are too much hassle - lack of sleep through discomfort is far more hassle than spending half an hour pumping up a reasonably comfortable bed!) and unlike last year's effort at camping this time I haven't come back in a state of total penury. Just to finish off the overwhelming positive tone of this post, I even managed to top up my tan a bit!

Best of all, I wasn't going to bother actually going away, a plan that was on my mind right until the night before we did go away. I'd have dropped a much less tired and happy child to his mother this afternoon if I'd stuck with plan A!

Many, many thanks to the special person who changed my mind.

Nasty

Those well known peddlars of cod-reggae UB40 once sang about a rat in the kitchen. "There's a rat in my kitchen what I'm a going to do", they sang. Its a song that I dislike, as are most of their tunes, but one which I was reminded of last night, when I found a rat in my kitchen. Unlike them, I decided that rather than singing about it, I was going to get rid of it. Cue 10 minutes of drunken rat-chasing involving a broomstick and a large lump-hammer.

After much to-ing and fro-ing, the little bleeder at various times seeking shelter in the back of my freezer and under my cooker, I eventually managed to despatch it in a reasonably humane way by the swift application of my size 12 boot.

So if any of UB40 ever read this, a: please retire; and b: if there's a rat in your kitchen again, stamp on it - that'll fix it.

Finally...

My week off work starts now.... with a large vodka...

Meatballs

Swedish meatballs. Lovely. But the side-effects... unspeakable!

Cricket

Eng-er-land, Eng-er-land, etc, etc.

Looking ahead...

This time next week I will be looking forward to a whole week off work. Today, I'm just waiting for tomorrow and a weekend off work (hopefully...)

Although I'm not going away anywhere during my time off, I have managed to find some ideas for next year's holiday.

Smug

I am quite excessively pleased with myself right now, because I have managed to create yet another new page for my website. I may be on a roll...