Time for a whinge I think, specifically directed at the guy in the stupidly large space wagon thing sitting just off my back right wing whilst stuck in the traffic in Romsey(for an hour!) this morning.
It isn’t necessary to sit there picking your nose while in a traffic jam. Nobody needs to see it, and, come to think of it, nor do you, you filthy creature. Neither is it necessary to keep charging up near my back bumper then slamming your brakes on because you’re too busy concentrating on mining your left nostril. Let’s face it, everybody knows that driving and nose picking are two activities that require your maximum care and attention, and as such should *not* be combined.
Don’t pick and drive.
Now that’s over, time to quickly mention the visit from Hazel, Peter, Joe and Adam this weekend. We had lots of fun, watched a couple of Naked Gun DVDs, went to see the car museum, and the huge fireworks display at Beaulieu - my favourite is still the Lotus that is the submarine from ‘the spy who loved me’. Then sunday we went off to playzone in Portsmouth, then had dinner in SouthSea before heading home to watch Gremlins 2. It was a good weekend :o)