Back in the (land of Robin) Hood.
Three-nil! Now i need a cuppa.
Watching the Tigers: 2-0
Leaving Prospect House for the last time.
Packing for a weekend at home.
Bored of this computer-being-broken malarky now.
Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here. He has risen!
About to wipe Windoze and start again. See you on the other side.
Rocking out, sorting stuff, backing up.
In west bridgford looking in estate agents windows. They are all closed. Very bizarre place this.
Off to Rob’s for dinner.
Going out with the camera.
Feeling incredibly mardy. Going to bed.
Having to make actual “career decisions”.
Soon to be tucked up in bed with my new book - “Finding your way without map or compass”
Tea, muffin and flickr.
Scanning exciting stuff.
Recovering after some hard digging. Phew. Chili on the way.
Why do I keep breaking things?
Mondays suck. And i’m turning into garfield, which sucks even more.
I’m tidying my room and listening to some Dizzy Gillespie.
riding buses (again).
This is by phone!
twittering?