Area 136

I am so tired.

Reeeeeeeely fucked.

So. I am going to get Sarah to bed as soon as I can, watch a programme I tapped the other day while she goes to sleep, then go to bed myself.

And I AM NOT mucking about on the hinternet all bloody night.

Again.

Goodnight.

The thing is, that after being away for two weeks I have come back to a load of little things I have been asked to deal with/look into/sort out. If I had been here it would have been easy, but as I have come back to a reasonable sized pile of them all waiting for me I have actually been almost busy.

I KNOW! shock horror.

But now I find myself ready to blog. Well I have a number of things to do, one is check the blogs for today. May get that done.

Another is to write an email - as requested - to an ex-blogger and fill them in with developments in my wonderful life (ahem)

And yet another is to do my proper entry into the summer writing thing, if it is not too late. But this may require rather more thought and effort than the first two so may not get done today.

Could it actually get any wetter today. I mean Rain smut heads, RAIN.

I hope it will ease off a bit, I have to go pick Sarah up from her juniour school disco tonight. At the ungodly hour of Seven thirty! Christ - 8 year olds out painting the sports hall red till all hours, what is the world comming to?

Not angry, much.

A cyclist got a fine of £2,200 pounds and a conviction for dangerous cycling yesterday. Bit steep you may think.

I don’t. I don’t think it was enough at all.

Considering that he, while riding on the footpath – I will just say that again, THE FOOTPATH – and was approaching a group of teenagers who had just come out of a shop. The considerate fellow is alleged to have shouted

“Get out of my way! I’m not slowing down!”

And then hit and knocked over a 17-year-old girl.

Who hit her head.

And was knocked out.

And never woke up again.

And he gets a fine, and a conviction for “Dangerous Cycling”.

I think he should have gone to prison for manslaughter at least.

At the very least.

Bastard!

I arrived at work this morning in the blistering sogginess of a typical English summer, and paused outside the office to finish my cigarette. As I did, my MP3 selected Yngwie Malmsteens version of “Keep yourself Alive” by Queen for me to listen to. As the manically heavy Strat cranked out and the ridiculously over the top guitar intro finished – the drums kicked in, and I looked over the to the other side of the road.

A rather hot looking woman in tight blue jeans was walking along in perfect time to the beat. And boy did she look good.

So smiling happily after watching her sashay past I entered our office, to discover that both bloody lifts are out of action. Again.

After a brief swear at the door man along the lines of “put a sign up you wanker” I walked the 60 or so yards to the other end of the building to gain entry and use some lifts that work. So that smile didn’t last long.

At least the lifts will not be a problem from Monday as we will be on the first floor, again. Hurray for minor office moves.

Hope your day started/starts well. With a wiggle if possible.