Two thirds of the way through the year, two thirds of the way through the challenge, still on course...
Got a lot of things done today, most of them dull and without thanks, but they're done, and that can only be described as a good thing, however the lesson for today must be that when working out with a hammer, do have something indestructible to hit, because otherwise you find yourself looking around after repeatedly striking the floor with said hammer thinking to yourself...
"I'll blame it on the moles, that's it, an army of moles, led by the MOLE MAN, came to the house and proceeded to lay waste to the garden..."
Which of course would be terminated by Tiny Wife turning up, knowing far more about what a mole hole looks like and going "That's no mole..."
And me being banished to the naughty step for hammering the garden...
If it doesn't make any sense, look on the bright side, it's going to be a picture at the breakers yard tomorrow when I go there looking for a tyre and only a tyre, especially if they ask why I need it...
"Oh I've got a hammer..."
I forsee notes to Plod...
Still, worse things in love and war...
This is John Dodd in the socialist republic of South Yorkshire and Goodnight england, wherever you are...
