A New Car

Woohoo. My new car arrived yesterday. A shiny red Focus. As it was delivered home I've had to wait until now to actually see it in daylight! Oooooh... pretty...

I'm a bit scared...

...by this rather precarious pile of washing up that Kazza has done.

It's a bit like Jenga. Often in the morning, I'll come downstairs and need a mug or a bowl from the bottom of the pile. So I'm subjected to a rather complicated process whereby each item must be removed in exactly the right oder, without disturbing the delicate balance of the structure! It's a good way to get started in the morning - kinda like doing a bit of Brain Training!

Microwave Jug Handle Detector Circuit

I'm absolutely convinced that our microwave is equipped with a handle detector. Whenever I put a jug,mug or other receptacle with a handle into the microwave, without fail at the end of the programme, it ends up with the handle pointing towards the back of the microwave, meaning I have to grope around at the back to get it out. EVERY TIME!

I've tried fooling it. Putting the handle in at the back or the side in an effort to affect the final handle position, but to no avail. It always points directly backward.

I've even tried experimenting with it, to make sure that the phenomoenon is not just a random one. I've put a jug in, handle forward for exactly a minute. At the end of the programme the handle points backwards. I've put a jug in, handle backward, with the same result.

How the hell is this happening??? I think it might be eating away at my sanity. Someone help, please!

A funny thing happened in the supermarket...

I had a minor incident in the supermarket today. I had to pop in there on my way to Stead's house to grab some bits and pieces for lunch.

As I was walking down the (rather busy) bread aisle, searching for some tasty baps I felt movement in my jeans. A strange shifting, if you like. I knew I hadn't soiled myself, and I was pretty sure that I hadn't passed a ferret farm on my way to Tesco.

The offending object began to work it's way down my left leg. I looked around. There were several people in the aisle with me, so I couldn't exactly whip my trews off to see what it was. I had to shake my leg and work it down, until it was near my shoe. Then I crouched as if to do my shoe laces up (not very convincing to anyone paying attention as I was wearing slip-ons) and snuck the item out of my trouser leg.

It was a sock.

Sorry. That was a bit of an anti climax, wasn't it. It seems that when I got undressed last night and carelessly tossed my clothes on the floor, one of my socks found its way into my jeans and then, when I pulled 'em on this morning I failed to check 'em for stowaway socks. Odd thing is though, I'd been up and about for a couple of hours before the sock made it's presence felt.

Anyway... sorry to have wasted your time!