So, today then

I dunno about this Blog stuff. What is it? Like a diary but less private.

Fine. That said, only one persons reading it anyway. But she does have great pins, tits aint half bad either. Then again, from past experience it could be only me reading it. Still, I have great legs too.

Ooh before I forget.
What is the last line in Anne Franks diary?

Answer at the end of this.

So, today then:

Woke up 08:30 with the alarm, got up 10:30 when the need to pee got too great.
Went to Marks dad kevin at the hotel where he works to get my tools back. He used them to put up pictures. I was supposed to do it but an interview which came to nothing got in the way.

Mark had used the BIGGEST bit in the box, to put up postcard sized picture frames. Thank fuck no-one was leaning against the wall next door, he'd have killed them. Maybe they were away, I'll have Cosmic come over and exterminate the worlds hugest brick eating bugs, when they come back. Assuming the massive holes on their side of the wall need explaining.

To cap things off, he'd obviously dropped the drill at some point and bollixed it. The locking mechanism was, well locked solid. Knackered my hand trying to undo it, but no joy. On the way home I dropped into the Consti to see if Adam was about, he's got big hands. Unfortunately not but Jeremy was. Jeremy has even softer hands than me, as his dealing will testify. However he did mention that Mark had already said something about pushing a locking button on the drill.
Crap, clearly. Why would you mention using a button on a drill down the pub? Particularly when not such effing button exists.

Local builders yard did a bingo or bollix fix with a couple of mul-grips, and it was bingo. Well until I use it next, then I'll see.

Got home. Him downstairs is having kippers for lunch. It stunk as soon as I opened the front door. Opened the flat door, and the fire alarm is not going off as such but giving a beep every few minutes. Found a back-up battery replacement, sorted, so it wasn't the Kippers.

£90 left in the bank before I hit my overdraft limit. Then I'll start getting letters at £35 each telling me what I already know. Time for drastic measures.
Took my first prized possession down the pawn brokers. It was worth £1500, I got $140 for it.


Answer to the Anne frank above:
It was my birthday today and daddy got me a drum kit.