Kerching

Well, I find myself potentially with an unexpected lifeline out of the financial mire that I'm in at the moment, which is nice. Very useful indeed actually. Not that I've been especially spendthrift or careless this month; I haven't. It's just the "Christine" related repair bills have been ludicrous and many and frequent. If it weren't for the fact that a new car'd actually be more expensive in the short term, she'd be ingots by now. Speaking of doing terrible things to cars, I don't suppose anybody's taped last Sunday's Top Gear? Missed the repeat, and everyone's saying I badly need to see the Robin Reliant space shuttle...

Oh, and suprisingly, it seems Grimsby foxes do like burnt garlic. Went out yesterday to retreive and dispose of the remnants of Tueday morning's, erm, fire incident to discover nothing there at all. Not even crumbs. Groovy. That'll sort the buggers out, one less to bother the chickens.