You'll never guess what...no actually, you won't so I'd better just tell you.

I drove to work this morning and I didn't have a single car either in front or behind me, the whole way. It was only normal time for me as well, just gone twenty past six. I saw plenty of cars going the other way but nothing going my way.

A small point, but worth mentioning, I thought.

It's gone. A council lorry came and took it away. Do you know what, I kinda feel sorry for it now. Maybe it wasn't evil. Maybe it was an automotive Quasimodo. Ugly as sin but a sweet, gentle, misunderstood soul underneath.

Fare thee well Caravan...wherever you are now.

It's back!! I told you it was evil!! Not even some no-good kids can finish it off. If you see in the news that three children have gone missing in the Leicester area, it was The Caravan!! It's days may be numbered though, as the Police have been sniffing round it.

We do now another new computer so it looks like normal blog service has been restored.

The Caravan Of Doom is gone!!!...well, nearly.

A few no-good kids just pushed into "The Garages" (a bit of wasteland where there used to be garages for the street). I expect that will be 'torched' later on.

I will try to get pictures, if it is.

So, out today at a writing course. What was the highlight? That would be the first tutor, an American lady called Mystie Hood. Cute as buttons and I loved her voice.

Overall though - although I had a laugh with Maria and Keith - I came away at the end, without feeling like something had been accomplished or even imparted.

Parcel city, this week. And we'd be the council. Good job we've got understanding neighbours.

The local radio station seems to have the same fifty songs, on a shuffled loop or something. I could understand contemporary chart stuff, getting regular play but an obscure track from twenty two years ago, being played every Thursday and Friday? A conspiracy there. The people should be told!!


Oh, and by the way. The Caravan Of Doom is still there!

Still not got full 'net access restored so not posted in a while. So...

Standing outside work the other day, waiting to get in when I hear a mental 'mooing'. Now, I do work 'in the sticks' but the nearest field where cows would be kept, is over three quarters of a mile away. There was a lorry close by, with curtains drawn but it wasn't rocking so I doubt the driver was enjoying on man on cow fornication. Strange that.

Dad. You seriously need to ****ing calm down right now. Change the things that you can and accept the things you can't. Oh and stop bothering Mark and me.

Not really got a good vibe out of the last two writing classes. A bit disheartening, when classmates read out triple A, gold star material. You want to be happy for them but at the same time, a bitter streak of jealousy is revealed.

I hate Thursdays. Officially, factually and statistically, Monday is the busiest day of the week. BUT. It doesn't feel busy. Thursday is the second slowest day but feels the busiest. I hate that.
Just wanted to share that with you all.

Having router...and therefore internet...problems at the moment. I'm managing to post these in a brief lull between bouts of downtime. You should see the foul mood it puts my dad in.

Relax.

So, I was on the way back from work earlier today. The sun was shining and nature was in full bloom. The road was quiet but my music was not. I suddenly thought to myself, do you know what?

Things aren't so bad after all.

I was going to post up last night but I returned from the pub, a little worse for wear so decided not to. Have been trying to impart computer knowledge to my dad today. Then we took loads of pictures, trying to get just the right one for his dating profile. We ended up with the one below, where he's trying to look cool. Hmmm.

So my dad's starting to become more confident with a computer. That's a good thing.

Browsing eBayer like a professional waster. He's not allowed to bid on things though. Hard and fast rule. If you wants to bid, he must come see me first. I need my power fix and keeping him on a short cyber leash gives me just that.

Ah, life is good.

I feel ill.
:(

All weird and funny...that's funny, peculiar not funny, ha-ha.

Think I'll go rest up.

Here's the rather scary caravan in question, just near our driveway:

What's the strangest thing that's worried you? Right now, I'd have to say a caravan. You heard right, a caravan.
The caravan in case, just turned up in the street last Tuesday. Nobody saw it arrive and nobody has been back to it since it came. It has a grimy, eerie feel...you just get the feeling that it wouldn't look out of place, being towed by the truck from Jeepers Creepers.

I do have a picture but unfortunately, it looks like Blogger uploads aren't working at the minute.

Where did it come from? Has it been dropped off by passing aliens? Is it a pikey reconaissance mission? It's a creepy, creepy caravan. Maybe we can get the bin men to take it away tomorrow.

I'm alive!!!! Ha ha ha! No four month old trfile can defeat me!!! Mwahahaha!!

Not only am I still here but, guess what?....


MONEY, MONEY, MONEY, MONEY....MUUHH-NAAY!!!

You know what that means?

Food, glorious food!
Hot sausage and mustard!
While we're in the mood,
Cold jelly and custard!

Well, you know how the rest of that song goes.

I'm extremely glad actually. I don't think I would have the energy for dance class later, otherwise. Not to mention the money for the class itself. Of course.