Don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted. I’m not sure if it’s the reduction in sunlight or a holiday hangover but I am wasted. I had a week off and foolishly got no rest. I went to Frome over the bank holiday, really liked it. It’s mostly built of Bath stone so it’s really lovely. A lot of stuff was closed though – I never expect that; think everywhere’s like London. Then rushed around for the rest of the week which come to think of it, was really calm, catching up with friends. I did manage to infuriate some dimwit at the Chiswick roundabout which was very satisfying. There is apparently a proportion of the public that believes they can cut you up as long as they indicate afterwards. Big mistake, pal. He actually stopped his car at the roundabout, blocking the traffic, ranting and raving at me. I ignored him and ate milk bottles 🙂 I actually thought his head might explode! Eventually the tanker driver behind him started threatening him, so that was the end of that. Maniac. Then I went for one of those super-expensive meals: Do you ever go out and just once in a while find yourself asking’ Did I just pay £20 for a bowl of pasta?’ Londoners have zero sense. It was pretty tasty though, even if I could hear my mother’s appalled voice in my head 🙂

So, this week- where to start? I could mention Elon Musk but I don’t wish to intrude on private pain. It’s nice to be proved right, s’all I’m saying. Then there was the council which re-tarmacked just the posh end of one road, leading to an excellent person writing ‘Class War’ in bright blue paint on the street. Their story? Only the posh end had potholes. The less affluent end had flawless tarmac that did not need fixing. Excellent.

I leave you with one of Tom Helps’ mash-ups. This one is of Swan Lake and Gettin’ Jiggy Wit’ It. Where has this been all my life? Pure genius. Have a good one.