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So, someone's car decided to catch fire on the way to Bristol.  That's downright inconsiderate.  Glad I had air con and a good audiobook.  Am just a bit conerned I'm going to finish this one before the next one arrives. 

Trapeze was interesting.  Teacher wanted us to bring a skill that we could combine with trapeze.   This is tricky.  The only skill I can think of that I'm reasonably competent at is dancing.  That (a) needs a partner, and (b) relies on footwork.  I can juggle a little but doing so while standing on a bar ain't easy.  Other skills are a good memory for numbers, puzzle solving and software development.

Is there a new skill that I can learn in 6 days that might be more useful?
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I've lost my USB cable for my mp3 player. 

Now, this has one of 3 possible locations - my desk in my room in Cheltenham, or packed in one of two bags.  Both bags are now empty and I thoroughly checked the entire room.  It was not there.  Really would have liked it if those idiots at Sansa had used a standard USB mini or micro.

The M25.  Yes, I know it's a running joke.  Does anyone have experience with it though.  Is it always stopped between the M4 and the M3 at 3:30 on a Friday?  Would it make sense to avoid that part entirely?  What is a good way to avoid it (coming via Oxford from the M40)

Less annoyingly, I've been paid.  Or at least got my payslip (Money will take a few days to reach my account).  And because of a hefty expenses claim I get to keep most of it.  Okay - this does mean I spent a lot of that already but it's still a nice feeling to see big numbers.  Wish I understood anything about what I get paid though.  Lots of tax stuff where I actually get paid minimum wage then I get paid a commission and then they take away employers NI subtract expenses give them back to me and I'll just assume they get it right.
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Drove into the Tesco Car Park, heard a loud revving, stopped to figure out what was going on before going round the corner.  Some twat skids round the corner, slams on his brakes and screeches to a halt just inches from the side of my car. 

Was 3 inches short of getting a dent on my car fixed on someone else's insurance.   Ah well.  Really couldn't be bothered with the hassle.

What sort of moron drives like that in a bloody car park? 

Have some Maelstrom mutterings to deal with...  Will get to that later.
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