Note to self

Black Rat cider really IS worth avoiding. A fairly large night out beckoned last night, due to spontaneous foolishness and as a result the bank holiday is quiet mainly because my head hurts. But isn't that what it's supposed to be about?

So where were we. Chaos still reigns supreme at the Fortress of Solitude, the lounge is done but there's electrical failure all over the place; still stuff to do before that one's signed off. The bathroom's soon for finishing, and then it's time to get cracking on Mr Zed the kwakker which will be nice, but then the Goldie Lookin' Car has not helped by breaking it's water pump and handbrake cable at the same time. Will the jobs never be finished, and the expense dealt with? It would appear not.

Back at the fun factory, they're actually getting me back to doing the work I'm employed to do, rather than farting around learning somebody else's job, but I've got a mountain of tasks built up for me in the meantime while I've been away in parts Mancunian. What's the betting I'll get no time to complete them. Never mind. I'm getting to the point where I've had enough of this game, but I'm just being a gripey old sod and will just get weaving with it all anyway. Yay!