Awoken by the phone. Son on way to work ringing to say he has gone into a bollard and car is fucked. A combination of heavy frost and a low sun dazzling him resulted in him being in need of a new car. I bare in mind that it is 'only a car' and no one is hurt.
Then follows much aggro what with trying to borrow a tow rope, and then getting his car back.
After all this I return home and as I walk into my kitchen I ask myself "Why is there water all over the floor?" Answer - Because fridge freezer is defrosting and is on the blink.
"What?" I ask Reidski via the phone, "will go wrong next?" (for as we know, troubles always come in threes).
I ring off and put the phone in my pocket. I go for a wee. I provide the answer to my own question when the phone slips out of my pocket and into the toilet.
I guess this must be pay back for the tremendous afternoon I had yesterday watching my lot demolish Gillingham. Sorry Cookie, but your lot were woeful.
Tootling - War memorial in Danesmoor Recent Yorkshire Pudding posts have looked out to the world beyond my obscure little life, looked out to matters that concern me ...
1 hour ago