Got up this morning at just gone 8AM. Had coffee, read the paper. Went to hairdresser for 10AM. Hair cut for twelve quid, got far more grey than I’d like. Went to Pet’s or us, they didn’t have any crickets. Got some petrol, had lunch. Drove to pet shop and got crickets. Did a home check for a cat on the way back. Started packing, three hours later and most of it was done. Went out for a walk. Came back and added a load of stuff I thought of while I was out. Had a bath. Phoned mother and heard her moan about her strimmer. She kept asking me about if I was going to post anything about the holiday anywhere, I said no.

But the good news is that, that twat George Fergusan has been turfed out. Sorry, but RPZ’s are one thing but all these damn 20MPH zones are a complete nightmare, never known anyone quite so ‘anti-car’. Been replaced by some Labour guy, lets give him four years and see what a pigs ear he can make of the job.