So last week, my friend Christina drove home from work. Via a small lorry. The result.?
OUCH.!!
Now that IS a probable write off.!! Thankfully she was fine except for a seatbelt mark, a bruise and a stiff neck.
How are you all then.? For those of you just switching over from another blog, welcome to the updated blog for today. For those of you switching over from Sarah’s blog, I would like to point out that I was drunk when I put that fez on. Oddly enough it turned up about three hours later in Hobbits instead of Phoenix.!!!
I have been at it again. No, not like that, well yes like that too, lol, but I mean, sending letters to local newspapers. They have decided to pedestrianize Worle High Street. “Not exactly the end of the world” I hear you cry.? Well no, and compared to starving millions and people blowing themselves up (either Iraqi suicide bombers or Americans eating one too many bagels) it may seem a little insignificant and petty, but it makes my blood a little on the steamy side. Why does everywhere have to be turned into a sea of paving nowadays. Years ago, even the High Street in Weston was a normal one way street. People didn’t throw themselves in front of cars and kids wore reins so their mothers could control them (trust me on this because I used to be restrained in the same way). But now people have started NOT taking responsibility for their own lives and expect to be wrapped in cotton wool by society and the normal people amongst us have to put up with badly designed town centres.
Oh well.
So to this week. Tomorrow night, Hobbits, then I am off shopping on Wednesday (day off paid, yay.!), then Friday and Saturday Hobbitsing again. Excellent. Now all I need to do is eat the pizza I am waiting for and all will be right with the world again.
Actually, good point, made a truly amazing sandwich last night. Ham, chorizo sausage, gherkins and the special ingredient, chilli pickle. Ok, it blew my head off but wow, what a sandwich. And what company, hehe.
Ok, gotta be pizza time now, I shall go sit by the front door like a pooch waiting for his master to return home from a WW2 bombing mission (oh hang on, didn’t he get knocked down by a car in Dambusters.?), well you know what I mean.!!