I am on fire!
Yessiree. I’m as hot as a hot thing from the hottest place you could imagine with your arse stuck in a big hot fire. Oh yes indeedy.
I am back home (obv!) having dropped the car off for its check-up. And I’ve been to the Dr for my in-hello-goodbye-out visit. And I walked – fucking walked! – in to Witney and bought wrapping paper. And went to Argos and bought a thing. And went to the health food shop and bought a Porkless Pork Pie. And got back home (I may have taken a taxi though). And I have taken a phone call from The World’s Worst Accountants (I really need to get shot of them right now!). And I’ve recorded next week’s podcast (which won’t be released until 27th December) which, on playback, seems to be the funniest rantiest thing I’ve ever done. But the music is the best – without a doubt!
All I need is the garage to let me know the car has been done and then I’ll go and pick up my company post from the sorting office en route.
So right now I’m going to prepare lunch (the aforementioned Porkless Pork Pie and a shovelful of Branston and a mug of hot chocolate which will all be consumed accompanied by a documentary recorded on to the digital thing a couple of weeks ago).
I’m not too sure how I’m going to fill the time between now and when the garage calls to say the car’s ready… but I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.
B.