OMG

Wine on a Wednesday, why oh why oh why?

After spending hours this morning looking for my keys I rang Claire to ask her if she remembered how we got in last night, or more importantly did she remember which set of keys I had. Unlikely as like me she didn't know if we came through the front or the back door. For some reason we ended up in her shop with the beagle and wine singing and dancing to Beyonce. Im sure that was a treat for anyone driving down Churchill Way in the early hours of the morning. Any way turns out she had taken the keys home with her.

So I walked down to meet her half way and retreave my keys. Now, I dont know if you have been down London Road/Cross Street of late but they have dug half of it up. Even though there are traffic lights there they have set up some temporary ones aswell and for some reason they have a man there, manning the extra traffic lights. I dont know why cos they seem to work fine by themselves, maybe its incase they break down.

Glynn was in the othet night saying how his work at the moment is boring. I think hes paint stripping or something. I told him about the man whose job it is to look after the traffic lights which work all by themselves and how that must be the most boring job ever so he should count himself lucky. He agreed. Well, after walking past him this morning (he now has a chair) I noticed he has been joined by another, hardly a two man job I'd have thought