Some Wisdom

If you should ever find yourself in possession of a second hand car with a faulty fuel gauge then I have some advice for you.

You may be tempted to discover how long the said vehicle will run with the fuel warning light on and if so I would suggest that you carry out your experiments without straying too far from home and endeavour to do so during daylight hours.

If you are tempted to get up at 3.30 in the morning to drive a pasty faced imbecile to work then I would suggest that you fill up with petrol before you do so.

I am in a position to impart this sound advice as this morning I found myself at 3.40 am standing six kilometres from home on a very, very dark road. I am not used to rising at this hour and as a consequence was half asleep. I was also without underpants and socks although I had taken the precaution of wearing trousers and shoes.

I was unable to think of anyone who would be pleased to hear from me at this hour so put all thoughts of phoning a rescuer out of my mind. Fortunately it was a mild morning/night and I did consider sleeping in the car for a few hours until there was more/some traffic on the road.

Regrettably I only considered this possibility after walking for two kilometres by which time I felt that to turn back would have been to admit defeat.

After two more kilometres I began to see the funny side which went some way to alleviating the crushing boredom of walking along in the darkenss by the side of a road which is not what one might call inspiring during the hours of daylight. This humour also indicated that I was waking up which was not something I readily aspired to.

It only took about an hour to get home at which point I retired to bed.

I have now retrieved the car and have filled the tank with petrol.

Horse. Stable. Bolted. Locked. After.

Sunny Sunday

Today has been a lovely day and has gone some way to lifting my mood. I was going to write something yesterday but I was sulking a bit and didn't want to come across as the kind of chap who only writes when he's unhappy.

The current temperature is a pitiful 15.9 and is falling but that's to be expected as it's ten past eight in the evening. The high today was apparently 24 which is quite something as last week was too cold and as a consequence I have a head cold. Of course it's not necessarily a consequence of the weather being as how it's probably caused by germs and the like and it's certaibly not interesting so I'll drop the whole subject without further ado.

I did work today and I did start at 6.00 in the morning. To make up for it however I did go to a barbeque and drink beer and wine which is some recompense for spending eight and a half hours stuck in a refridgerated room piercing holes in cheese (Ash, Centenary Blue and Bass Strait if you're interested).

Oh, but enough about me and my hilarious stories. What about you? How have you spent the weekend?

I did rather expect to come back to this whole writing caper with some vim and vigour but it appears that I've already managed to talk about the weather, moan about cheese and ask fruitless questions which will remain forever unanswered.

Perhaps I should have stuck with the original plan and written when I was in a foul mood. People love that, bit of swearing maybe.

To tell the truth I'm only here because I had a choice between watching Project Runway and Australian Idol and I'm trying to appear aloof and above Reality TV so I came down here to waste some time.

Job done.