Blogger's block.
Oh dear, it affects us all.
Anyway, ta for the pictures of your window boxes
Inspector Sands.
We don't need them here because it's a bloomin' jungle.
I've got a few problems in putting posts together too, but that's because from having been seriously under-employed and under-paid I've gone to being over-employed and under-paid.
To avoid further bankruptcy, I'm now commuting across town by local cattle class train. This is exhausting, but proves I'm a real man. Apparently, if I were
back in Blighty, they'd cancel the train.
After work tonight, as I said I would last night, I wended my way down to Blok M to meet
the Reveller who, naturally, wasn't there, but it was an excuse to use the Busway which I have hitherto praised. Now for a moan. Jet 048 was seriously over-crowded and the thongs, for want of a better word, were loose. Fastened by only one screw to the overhead rail, they'd come loose, so our very jerky gear-changer of a driver induced much squealing from the tossed about passengers.
Much like my early morning train odyssey.
Ho hum.
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