[m i a o w] the cat

For the second time I got home on a Wednesday night to discover that I’d left my bloody power pack for my mac in the wall at work. So I’d driven to town on Tuesday. Driven home on Wednesday. And drove in and out again on Thursday. Maybe this will teach me to IDIOT CHECK before I leave my office.

Whenever S at work buys shopping in her lunchbreak, she puts her car keys in the fridge with it so she can’t leave without it. She suggested I loop mine over the power pack - a splendid idea that I will adopt on Monday. Am beginning to dwell on not staying over in town in between my work days. Not anything to do with my very accommodating assorted hosts, but really - would you want to stay in someone’s spare room one night a week? Wouldn’t you rather go and veg in your own space, and just stay over now and again?

It only takes me 50min to get to work on a good run. I can start at 10am and finish at 6pm to miss the traffic. And I know a few people who drive even longer than that five days a week. They, however, do not drive a Humber. At the current rate, I’m paying $40 a week for petrol. It may just all come down to economics, she said, sounding like a right wing politician.

I was lucky in my op-shopping. I have begun to buy things for Lentil, the unborn offspring of L, who has given me instructional briefings on What Is Required. I found socks, a top and a all-in-one suit thing all for 65 cents. I also found a phone for $2 in the op-shop. And that’s all I have to say about that.