So...

 

Here I am again, sat at work in the office, cooking at 30 degrees for 42 hours! Don't worry, I'm not on a rant today...well...not anymore.

After having a go at the little bloke in halfords for not selling me a replacement number plate.

 

 (What do you mean documents? I'm only missing one letter of one number plate!...That's our policy miss...Well fuck you I'll get some card and a marker pen then!)

 

Roll on Thursday when I get home, and lets just hope I don't get pulled over by the police in the mean time!

 

Apparently its going to be raining on Thursday in my lil world...least I won't have to water the plants when I get home and as long as its cheered up for my party on saturday (only the stars know why I am celebrating being 34?!?) I cant wait to have a jolly with my mates, play silly pissed party games and sing my heart out on singstar(Who needs an excuse for a party...we do it every weekend just about.)

 

The retirement home for special people is what we call our place, where all our city sick friends can come and unwind, goof off or just sit and be away from the hustle and bustle...and, yes, we're ALL special!

 

It's the best thing we ever did, to move out into the country, I get to REALLY be away from work (all 30 miles, sorry I can't sort it out, it'll take me an hour to get there, ring someone else) and we get to see the stars...the shiny sky ones that is. They're few and far between in the city.

Anyway, I'm off to dream of my backgarden, basking and burning. I love the sun, why is it so cruel????