I was about to order 7 pallets of tinned peaches and bottled water until I realised that chances are…. I am unlikely to be around to see how this pans out.
I will however (hopefully) be around for next week’s Transit of Venus for which I will be early rising to watch at 5am. Cue a decent quip from the Bman along the lines of, “When was I going to wake up early to see the rising of his penis across Uranus?” Nice!
Jubolympic shizzle Part 1 seemed to go OK today. Part 2 on Sunday, with less coconuts and more people I actually like 🙂 Also broken up for 12 days, which hasn’t come soon enough for me. I’ve more than had enough of this week!
BTW. 10 years ago I got married (officially) to the Bmiester at Bradford Registry office – photos courtesy of the photo booth at the Interchange – the 3 week precursor to the big ‘Hello!’ magazine number in a marquee at The Moss.(Insert any gag you like here about serving less time for murder etc etc)
PS: 10 year wedding anniversary gift is tin. Tin? WTF? Tin? I await my can of beans with eager anticipation.