All my furry shit machines are belong to you....
Had an interesting few days, found out that i passed my Floor Managers exam, which was a relief, especially as it only took me 25 minutes to do and it should have taken 2 hours. Has the last 2 days off and have undertaken the kind of blitz-bomb-cleaning of the house not seen since London in the 1940's. Alas we ran into some problems when our hoover swallowed a hairball, which jammed the motor. Motor + Hair = Bang + Smoke. Sooooo today we went and bought a new hoover so we can finish cleaning the house, though actually all weve done is go back to bed for a lie down and blow stuff up online, not that i consider that wasted time at all though. Got to go rouse the scag shortly before cleaning the kitchen and making a start on dinner. None stop excitement in scouseland at the minute.
Also need to email lots of people about my birthday as theyve probably all forgotten about it by now, though i doubt Mike ever checks his email. Hmmm not even sure how many people are invited now, guess i better work that out before i go sending random emails. Though anyone claiming to have made a girlfriend in Wales is so automatically on the "Take off email list and burn all contacts" list it isnt funny.
"Man your own jackhammer,
Man your battle stations!
We'll have you dead pretty soon,
Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine,
Man your battle station,
We'll have you home pretty soon!"