Broadband problems today, I call the BT local problems line. A voice lists a dozen southern towns, then '... and some problems in the north'

Motorbike theory test, done :)

Not feeling like a million dollars today... more like £1.25.

And some light reading, with the breakfast...

Quick and dirty breakfast, chipotle and cheese omelette.

Coffee with condensed milk = epic win...

No, really, I'm comfy here...

Argh, a power failure means no trains are currently leaving euston... *deep, deep sigh*

Now... back across London...

The day of travel starts badly... denied at harringay... rammed, angry commuters shed civility...

Death by pudding.

Breakfast at French run cafe, salami from a German man, drink from Chinese shop, coconut milk from the Caribbean stall, browse dark ales at Polish place, free-range local eggs and butter... a good start to the day.

Off to party!

I sent some negative eBay feedback after a mix up, the seller's reply to me: "Jesus also think its unfair feedback!" ... o_O

I love raspberry milkshake in the afternoon...

I can't believe it costs £77 to renew a passport :( seems to have gone up in the last 10 years...

Lunchtime well spent...

Reheated Pizetta Republic pizza for lunch. Looks, um, well...

After a couple of weeks of peace, the neighbour return from holiday and the screaming and weeping begins again...

My boss just sent me an email with the single word 'Gnau'. Still pondering possible meanings...

Just got all the cats high on catnip. Euphoric lolling occurred.

Four burly blokes have just constructed tall scaffolding to peer into my office... Time to get dressed then I suppose.

Wow, a rag and bone man just cruised by, shouting for any old iron. Didn't know they still did that...

Happiness: Finding a bar of chocolate in the kitchen. Disappointment: Finding a bar of mouldy chocolate in the kitchen.

Oh God, Monday. Right reality, wrong day. Or the other way around - I get confused.

Sailing on Coniston Water ftw!

Ah, Lancaster, after London, is a breath of fresh air. Literally.

A Virgin Trains meal. No wonder Europe laughs at our food.

RIP Mitch Miller...

Bluegrass

The physio said, if it hurts, get someone else to do it for you... then she winked.

Gin. Lovely.

I was excited by the idea of blueberry and pear cider. Until I saw the electric blue colour.

Shall we cook something? I think that yam will require a hacksaw...

Ah, good, a bit of rain.

Some days I feel like long walks in the healthy countryside, other days I feel like drinking whisky and smoking. Guess which this is.

Attempting 6th Dan broken

Don't look down, or back...

Just spent pretty much the entire day cleaning a huge, messy spreadsheet for data upload.. Just been emailed a 'new' version to use. *anger*

Eating a packet of potatoes, oil, sugar, salt, barley, paprika, glucose, dried onion, dried garlic, dried tomato and wheat rusk. Mmmm.

What a lovely day...

Eclectic lunch.

3.5oz of Spicy Bombay Mix has made me feel slightly queasy.

Aaaaargh, flying ants everywhere, including my mouth, *ack *, spit, spit...

Massive dosa for the win!

South Woodford. Even its name is exotic, conjuring to mind dusky maidens and musky spices... A slight disappointment then.

Awesome!!!!

Breakfast time, bit late today...

Snail #8 released into neighbour's garden. Snail #7 has returned and was caught eating our sweet peas...

Is it Friday yet?

Bored now. Can we just skip to the part where I'm filthy rich?

Hangover. Kill or cure?

Uuuuuurgh, hello, again, hangover.

I like football and England. What's wrong with a party and some patriotism. It's not nationalism, lighten up people! ;)

Soooo, where are we watching the football then?

Work, brain, goddammit. I think I lost a cog or something at Middlewood.

Thought for the day: Self-awareness is the awareness of the self as separate from the thoughts that are occurring at any point in time.

Sun shines, brain aches and I have work to do that stops me going to the waterwitch to drink lager after work. *sigh*

Breakfast?

Today, I'd rather be on a rocket ship.

Why is it so bloody cold? This is summer isn't it?

Ah, cat sick, I do not love to clean you up... but you are, somewhat, better than cat poo...

Somehow altered the time when setting the alarm last night. Up for 20 mins before I noticed. 6.30 am is not funny. At all.

Lunch: cream cheese, fake Bacon, grilled haloumi, watercress and habanero chilli sauce sandwich.

Interesting, if disturbing dream: cat amputations, cockroach filled boots, riding mopeds in Tokyo... Clotted cream before bed = win win.

Oh yes. Clearing up. I remember.

Cheese and wine with the Quebec girls, on the decking, in the sun. nice.

Snail #3 is released into the neighbour's garden. Which will be the first to return?

Hello, Wednesday. Please be gentle.

Decking, done.

Okay, survived Saturday night. Even had some sleep. Soooo.... pub anyone?

Okay, survived Friday night, even had some sleep. Too wet for DIY... Soooo, pub anyone? :)

*shakes fist at sky*

Cat owners are sometimes awoken by the sound of cats vomiting in the dead of night. The morning is a treasure hunt, of sorts.

Try that again...

Food's up...

What a delightfully confusing weekend.

let's try that again: Saturday, whilst lovely, seems determined to hit me hard, where it hurts...

*anger*

Why does.Saturday

Breakfast: a brief period following the painful, reluctant birth from the dark, warm womb of sleep into the startlingly bright today.

Pizza for lunch, not home-made sadly. Better than a 'Japanese pizza' though...

Just had a home 'safety inspection' from head office. He had to drive 5 hours to look at my desk, fill in a form, then drive back. Cool.

Egg an chips at Penny's cafe. hmm, not brilliant.

A wood-buying, tea-drinking, cake-making kind of Sunday.

The least wild Saturday night I've had in a looooong time.

As the toaster dies it also cremates the last slices of bread in the house...

Antonym of awesome: Diggles vegetable bake.

Attempting to change my consciousness by listening to an entire day of Tuvan throat singing... 2 hours in and I'm feeling a bit insane...

Glass of red by the fire. Nice.

A sea of curry.

Did I miss summer and autumn or something? Heating is back on this morning...

If you want to get ahead, get a big top hat.

Portobello market... brings back memories.

Um, it's over? but... but... in Lancaster we're just starting now...

Wondering if the silent, secret tories I know will start to celebrate on Facebook. I hope so - it'll make it much easier to unfriend them.

Feeling queasy after a Wetherspoons veggie sausage and mash meal, eaten too quickly. Why oh why oh why?

God I love a commute across London

All the pubs I used to drink in, in Camden, are either gone or crap. You can never go back...

Getting it together... slowly...