Nothing much to say really. Sleeping patterns up the spout due to warm nights and hayfever. BF working till midnight this week (and I’m too dumb to be happy with my own company so the dog now thinks I’m crazy for chattering away to him). Dropped my new scooter and damaged the side panels yesterday while avoiding hitting a sandal wearing cnut from the Amnesty International offices who hasn’t grasped how to cross a road yet (she skipped off with her Fairtrade coffee without even apologising, CNUT!). Damage to my bike would have been minimal if I’d just hit her. Lesson learnt. I know I should be more interested in Big Brother, football, my job, exercising and gardening but I really can’t be arsed with ANYTHING at the moment. Summer stupor has me by the knackers and probably won’t let go until autumn. Though I did buy a book last week and am thoroughly enjoying it (which is nice as I haven’t even had the inclination to flick through this months Classic Colt magazine). Normal service will hopefully be resumed soon.