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Here you will find older scratches, musings and other detritus that once were located on the front pages, but have now faded.

Filed away here to collect dust and cobwwwebs in perpetuity, links may break, facts may change and data may corrupt.

On occasion I may come down here to tidy, but for the most, I prefer to leave the past where it lies.

 

Busyness

I've noticed of late that things really aren't slowly down in the run up to Christmas, the pedal is firmly to the metal and there is the slightest hint of creaking. Work is still busy and aint gonna get any better particularly soon. A while ago we had an attempted break in, someone going to the effort of angle grinding through some security grills before they were disturbed. Luckily they didnt get anything, but its an ongoign concern this close to Christmas. Home is really starting to feel like home, albeit for the average eskimo family. The benefit of living on a top floor flat, well our old one anyway, surrounded on all sides by people of varying race and socio-economic background was that there was always, and I mean always, either the heat from cooking, or the combined heat of lots of people going about their daily lives. An end of terraced house has little such benefits, and having moved into the burbs, there isnt even enough concrete around to retain what little heat the sun kicks out.

Although of late I haven't done anything thats really out of the ordinary (time seems to still be slipping through my fingers*, I have learnt several things recently. Our car now costs £45 to fill compared with the large 4x4 BMWs (which was adjacent to me at the pumps) adjacent which take in excess of £85 to fill a tank. They do this by having a clip that keeps the gun 'on' thereby allowing you to sit in the car blissfuly unawares as the car drinks its fill (and then some) of the worlds remaining oil. Slightly unrelated, I quite like curtain shopping (admittedly we were actually bed shopping, and I was side tracked into performing ad-hoc curtain browsing). Belt sanders are worth their weight in gold... ...or if not gold, then certainly their weight in elbow grease. Kittens love Christmas, specifically the baubles on the tree, the pretty tassles on the wrapping... and they show their love at every opportunity using their fangs.

Spose I should go and get something to eat and perhaps think about uploading a photo.

Or maybe bed (with only five more nights till the new one arrives).

16 Dec 2007 23:18 | (0) comments | Things

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