Wednesday, 29 April 2009One strange thing about the location of my vocation is that an afternoon can be comprised of the following aspects:
:: going outside and getting completely covered in dandelion debris, so much that you end up looking like a teddy bear
:: watching baby rabbits cross the car park (taking a detour under my car)
:: recieving the food, drink and medicine list for home stockpiling due to the pandemic (Waitrose run tonight then)
:: seeing an army cadet having a driving lesson... in a tank
:: having a stare out with a black cat with three legs in the outside compound (1-0 to Cat)
and now I am having lasagne and listening to George Michael courtesy of Dan.