Yesterday was one of those days where things seem to go almost comically wrong. I had a phone call from Rosco in the evening to say he'd broken down outside my house... after an interesting hour or so spent not managing to fix the van, we hopped (the most appropriate term) back to Derby Road in it, where Rosco somehow managed to leave his phone and keys on the kitchen table, and then post mine through the letterbox as he was locking up... result: locked out of every house within walking distance. Luckily we managed to find dad and Chris with some keys in Elephant. Got pizza (*happy*) and attempted to watch 'Dead Man' on a laptop with no battery... and all was well.
I then had another sleepless night, pondering the non-existence of God and thus the hopelessness and futility of everything on the planet, blah blah etc... of all the things that could pop into your head on a Thursday night? Surely that is meant to be the sort of thing that you get over worrying about fairly early on... generally in mid to late teenage angst stage? Now of course I find myself sat at home alone, smoking far too much and getting increasingly angry at inanimate objects and people I don't know. May really be hermit time soon methinks.
Photos below taken as I helped dad attempt to cheer up Ross's less than happy van earlier today, without waking the two year old in the nearby flat, or being able to agree on the number of millimeters in an inch.
"Get a box of spanners"
"We've got a box of spanners"
"No, I want another box of spanners"
Mr. Judd: You can't cheat at online chess without a chess machine.
Daisy: What about when you cheat at online scrabble?
Mr. Judd: There's nothing wrong with doing a bit of research.
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