I Never Thought That There Would be Days Like These

Another day in the Blackhole of Manchester. Necessitates a 4.30 rise, quick goz at todays health news which I blend with yesterdays post before sending it on to its final destination. The result is I now already feel knackered and the day hasn't begun yet. Shove some Kirsty Maccoll through my ears ('Titanic Days'), read the Metro (spot several stories I've seen elsewhere this morning - journalists - lazy bastards!). Drink shite Hunts Cross Station coffee. Blog etc. Already feel today is gonna be a bit of a Tony Adams day, one to be got through despite other things and with determination the key thing. Not helped by it being a day of tight spaces, grime and sorting the mess of some other fucker.

Has Anyone Seen Kosher Pickle Herring? If You See Him, Tell Him Herbert is Looking for Him

Asleep with the Ashes on the couch last night. Cool, we're at Kitty's in sunny Coatbridge so I spent the night drifting in and out of sleep constantly updating with events. England seem to be doing well which is a relief. Still the Aussies have yet to bat.

Drive up yesterday wasn't bad but the rain was dreadful over the border. Wipers on speed seemed to make bugger all difference.

First morning up here and fetch coffee from the Spar and papers from Rod's Post Office. Nice to be able to read a paper without wanting to clip bits. Relax with a coffee. Fine breakfast, sorted.

Locked Here In the Cellar

Friday

Late start because I Blink news from home, in and grab a coffee at the Meeting Place. Sort news, sort some stuff. End up promising to sort out a coupla archives at the delightful Gateway House for folks over there. Why? Because the whole thing isn't happening and need to keep them sweet. Chat FoI as Clair from Gateway calls - the telephone seems to beginning to making an appearance over there - unless I call them!

Afternoon bit of a financial panic, sorted but spreadsheet needs a little kicking. Apologies to Tracy. The good news is we still have dosh according to our calculations. Home via the chinese supermarket and cury as scran. Veg in front of the TV and catch up with various things on the Sky+ box. Seems to be working well.

Saturday

The family being away means I get a bit of a lie in today, not as long as I intend initially but welcome none the less. So a late start on today's news, a late start on the onion bread I intended to make. Need a few ingredients so as the onions sweat I scoot to Sainsbury's.

Home and the PC is being a pig as I tune into Five Live and carry on with cooking and the news and work the washing machine hard. Lunch is some of my onion bread and a hunk of cheese. Nice, simple and tasty.

Fall asleep for an hour in the afternoon, wake and decide as it's dry to mow the lawn. Timing is everything and five minutes post lawn moaning it begins to piss down. It is during the lawn moaning I discover the rockery out front is growing pint pots. Not impressed but remove the offending glasses which I imagine the owners have at some point pissed in.

Finish news post and cook myself a green chicken curry. Uses up some left over rice, job done.

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Like a Scalded Cat

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McWorld

Cal is dropped off at Sam's. I spend an hour and a half trying to extricate myself over coffee with his parents. Now that sounds negative but it shouldn't because they are truly lovely and I enjoyed myself chatting away (dunno the feeling was mutual) but it was far from my plan of mooching and doing my own thing. Monst has reminded me Cal can go into early class at Beechenhurst tomorrow and late class for pick up. Cool. Dinner is on, Ian kindly reminded me of the Hypothetical Prophets who seem to have involved Karel Beer who has a site here. Odd, very odd.