So still twenty thousand and some words down, which sometimes makes things difficult to focus on because you're so far behind, so the advice today must surely be that if you're ever doing something like this, don't have a life and if you have a life, don't let anything go wrong with it...
*Sigh*
Still, tomorrow, we go pick up Ironhide (The name for the Renault, all my cars are named after Autobots) whilst dropping in the Skoda because the insurance finally decided to pay up on it, then we drop the cat in for another round of checking bandages at eighty quid every time, I'm advised that pet insurance isn't worth the paper it's printed on and to be honest, with indoor cats that never go out, I never considered I'd need it...
And tomorrow mum's in Hospital for the removal of the second set of cancer they found, they say that it's a simple procedure and that she'll be out on saturday, which I can only hope is actually the case, because when I was with her through every time that she went for chemotherapy two years back, the only thing in the world that she wanted was out of there, and I have no doubt that this will be no different.
There are times when all you want to do is take the world and shake it by the neck till all the harms fall out and all that's left is the good, but the worlds delicate, and there's every chance that shaking it that hard will kill it...
And we don't want that...
So, with fists unclenched,
This is John Dodd in the Socialist Republic of South Yorkshire and Goodnight England, Wherever you are...
