After a long and tiring day at work, the very last company I wanted was this little chappie.

He was fair busy giving me the run-around…  sneaking through the maze of egg-box corners. I got this odd suspicion that he knew what a bug-catcher looked like. Maybe it was the same chap I chucked out last week….

Ah, the dilemmas.  Do I throw him out again and risk another heart attack in a week?  That, or him landing in my scrambled egg?  Somehow it doesn’t quite appeal. If only I could get my skin to stop crinkling and crawling, I could pluck up the courage to decide his fate.

*procrastinating moment*

But that’s too much yucky thoughts… instead I’d rather reflect on how much new-ness I’ve been slotting into my life.

Today for the first time I:

• used the ‘exposure’ settings on my camera
• sang out loud in the train shelter
• put more than two pillows on my bed at once
• used jvnc… don’t ask, its a geeky thing
• delegated a pair of leather boots for spare parts.  Only I don’t know what for yet.  Ideas, anyone out there?

Maybe I should try a *real* novelty, like going to bed on time :-D  I wonder what that feels like

After coming in the other night my pilot light was needing lit. But that part is a boring story, now that I’m quite the dab-hand at knowing how to do it.

The slightly more interesting part is demonstrating that I know how to make a fire. As you can see, quite a fine textbook example

Well, to give us some credit, it did start off like this:

Though I must admit, very little of the credit personally goes to me. So… I guess all this does is go to prove that my Mum never payed much attention to this man when I was a little `un. Food for thought, maybe?

Play safe, my dear readers
~Rach~

Please say I’m not the only one who can’t even watch this without having a panic attack…

My thanks for scaring me in the first place.

Charles Hamilton must be right, of course, given that I’ve never heard of him before Apparently he said:

All big things in this world are done by people who are naive and have an idea that is obviously impossible.

Burning down the buildings… with little sprinklings of mischief along the way. (No, this isn’t putting out the fire, this is firmly aimed in my direction. Unfortunately, too well aimed for my liking!)

And… would this be the fruits of our labours!? Well, we did dig them up. And digging is hard work you know!

Hrmm… ok then, here’s some fruit at least. This is some peaches, I believe. Not plums, I’m quite definite of that part

And a little potential fruit. For those of you with imagination, this is actually a bunch of grapes.

Only the one ant drowned in my benylin.

Yummy!!

Annoyingly, the end seems cut off, but still plenty of food for thought…

You catch yourself succumbing to the depths of googling “homer donut”…

And what is far worse, actually calling it “work”.

My pillow is my completely favouritest thing, I’ve decided.

I’m off to find it now…

Sweet dreams ~x~

Everyone gets calls for someone.

Well, I get calls for Trinity.

*feels split in three*

I suppose it could be a lot worse. At least the doctrine is sound!