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December 9th

Tube day !!

Wasn't so bad. Didn't have to wait forever to park (just for a little while). Found the place ok and didn't have to wait for too long. Read my childs book.

Didn't have to have an injection (which is great but worrying) and they put a weird mirror on my head so I could see a tranquil beach rather than the lid of what feels like a coffin.

Then they played me Phil Collins.

The music I like sounds more like the actual machine than Phil Collins so I focused on that to block out the noise.

Had to fight with the parking machine as it didn't like any of my cards so had to put my parking on my Mastercard which means I am now paying interest on it.

Went to the retail park and managed to beat the traffic that was stacked up on the way out. Tried to buy a cheap game but they had accidentally sold out. Idiots.

Drove home, walked the dog and had a bath. My diet for the day seems to be cake as no-one can be bothered to make anything and I'm not cleaning up the mess in the kitchen.

So no I am here and I'm going to try and learn how to play Smash Brothers which I have never understood even when I am winning.

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