I've had a good couple of days, made myself £30 into the bargain to boot. First off I got a tenner on Tuesday for my correct postulation that Arsenal & Barcelona would both win, and yesterday I made a further twenty pound sterling when Man U, Chelsea, real Madrid & Bordeaux all won. It was all too easy. After witnessing all my results come in yesterday I had a bottle of rose wine and played a bit of Mario Kart. As a result of consuming the wine (I believe this is what caused it) I woke up with a knee jerk reaction at 6.25am precisely. It was really odd, I was bolt upright in bed before I knew it. I went straight to the toilet and had a sitting piss for a good minute. I must have really needed that. Then I went back to bed; I did toy with the idea of staying up and doing some morning exercise but I was asleep before I knew it.
It was a busy hour for me this luncheon. I went home and had some scramby eggs on toast, bloody lovely even if I do say so myself. There is just no getting away from that fact that my scramby eggs are superior. I then jumped in the motor and went to Reigate, coasting where ever possible. There was quite a lot of traffic at the one way system, which irritated me greatly. I think this is somewhat attributed to the fact that this morning the traffic into work was appalling and meeting yet more traffic, on this very same day, had an accumulating effect on my irritancy. I eventually got parked at Morry car park and got my letter posted and cheque cashed.
Now for the interesting part. On my way out of the car park a BMW 4x4 just stopped slap bang in the middle of the road, I think they must have been picking or dropping someone off. I waited a number of seconds before shouting out "come on" at the top of my voice. A middle aged woman then took the time to exit the BMW from the passenger side, look at me, and say "don't shout". You see, I had all my windows down and I expect my hollering had reverberated round the car park and right into their earshot. Well, I was most pleased that I had clearly got to this silly cow. It did irk me somewhat, however, that instead of just getting on with it, as instructed by my call, she instead took extra time to leave her car and tell me not to shout. I guess no-one really won that war.
Here, I give you, my Amazon review of the Homers:
