Refitting the tread on a bicycle wheel is a bastard. I got another puncture, you see, on the tube of the rear wheel.
Desktop computers should have small batteries. If it can run for 20 minutes on its own, it can shut down properly when the power cuts out. We have a dodgy fuse board or something. I blame the kettle/Chinese.
I heard another mysterious night-time noise. It sounded like someone tightly hugging a large plastic barrel in either the next room or in the roof. I’ve heard it in the early morning and late at night, spread over weeks.
You know the sound of someone squeezing an empty plastic bottle? It’s like that, but suitably louder and deeper.
I drink a lot of Peach Ice Tea, it’s wonderful. I bought 6 Litres the day before yesterday. There was a man at the supermarket who looked like Peter Davison, the fifth Doctor. Except that he was about 6′4″, hunched, and had eyebrows considerably paler than his skin.
I think that’s all?
Oh, being a pedestrian is bad.
