Travelling womble

I'm off again this weekend. Nowhere as entertaining as last weekend though, sadly. I'll be taking mother to Wales to check out her shiny new static caravan and put stuff in it. This is a good thing really. The static will come in immensely handy for nipping off at the weekends for some peace and quiet or... whatever. I just begrudge the loss of my weekend. I *like* weekends. I can do stuff at weekends. If I don't get a real break (and going away with my mother cannot in any way be construed as a "break") between work weeks I get tired quicker, and therefore grumpy quicker, and a grumpy womble is a sorry sight indeed. :(

Think of me, bored out of my mind, unpacking boxes and unwrapping glasses, while you're enjoying yourselves this weekend...

Cleanout

Just finished clearing out my car. Amid the debris I've located 1 propelling pencil (with leads), 1 pen, 2 CDs (DMB and an MP3 collection), 1 box of cherry stones (with 2 cherries still in it), a half-eaten gobstopper and an empty contact lens solution box. None of the above are mine.

*considers installing a bin in the passenger footwell and attaching containers for various things to Random by means of a cunning velcro system*