Life, Serenity and Everything

From this weeks PopBitch which just hit my inbox:

A South African gold miner lost his leg in an
accident. Choking back the tears later he cried,
"It's over! who's gonna want a one legged gold
digger?" Then his phone rang. "It's Paul McCartney."

I'm currently listening to "Daunt and Dervish: In Questionable Shape" ( Frances Barber and Anna Massey )

( More TaKtiX stuff )

I'm off work until next Wednesday. The living room is tidy (ish), and I've hoovered. The kitchen isn't filthy, the hall is reasonably tidy. The flat now looks like a bomb site, not a pigsty. The bedroom still has clothes everywhere and is in serious need of sorting, but overall, I won't die of embarrasment if someone visits now. I'll just merely apologise for the mess.

Today? I relax. My copy of Serenity arrived in the post (blame tyrell, he has a habit of linking to DVD online sales) — for 6 quid, not to be sniffed at. Of course, that was before I checked the bank balance and remembered the phone bill was due. Oops. Car is fully fueled, but I've not much cash, so cheap things to do for the next few days sought; probably come up to Exeter tomorrow.