Knowing the general levels of intelligence in the UK population, it always amazes me how there aren't more fatalities on our roads.  The number of utter fuckwits who are allowed behind the wheel of a car is frightening.  The biggest, buzziest, most irritating bee in my bonnet is poor lane discipline, or total lack of it, judging by so many drivers on the roads around Greater Manchester.  Even when guided by lane markings, whole blocks of colour to indicate where they should point their cars and, needless to say, big, fuck-off “STAY IN LANE” signs painted all over the carriageway, the idiots still manage to wander out of their lane and into my path.

I want a rocket launcher.

How many sleeps?
It took me until 3pm to realise that today is Tuesday and not Wednesday, as I'd been telling myself all day.  How cruel our minds are at times.

I tend to spend Monday to Thursday watching the clock and counting down the minutes until Friday arrives.  I like my job, although getting out of bed in the dark mornings gets more difficult with every year, but I just can't wait for the weekends when I'm reunited with my other half.  Long distance relationships aren't brilliant, however, this particular one is pretty special and so worth the wait for us to find the opportunity to be together properly.  I just end up feeling a bit lost and out of sorts during the week when I'm alone, eating too much junk and effectively staring into space during the evenings until bedtime comes round.

Hence the blogging again I suppose. 

Yay, it's nearly bedtime.  Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday… that's three more sleeps.