What the world needs now

Is toast, sweet toast. Well, not sweet toast, as in with Jam or sugar or anything. Unless that’s how you like it of course. Horses for courses and all that. But I meant sweet as in good. Obviously. But there is not enough toast, of this I am sure. If everyone in the world had more toast it would be a much nicer place to live. Trust me.

Last week kinda dragged in, and this week has more or less done the same. It’s been a bit quicker, but still not super-zippy. Heh, and not Zippy as in George, Bungle, Rod, Jane, Freddy, etc. Last week there wasn’t much to do, but this week has been the exact opposite. I know I wanted something to actually to, but this is ridiculous.

You’ll no doubt be super-glad to know that the killer squirrels on the roof have not re-appeared, meaning there’s been no mini exploding hand grenades to pick up. See, I knew you were concerned.

This is also the 1st week I’ve used my bike to get to work all 5 days, and already my legs are complaining. I’m sure it’ll be good for me in the long run, but at the moment walking is a bit of a luxury. Think this weekend will be spent vegging out.