Most of work today involved tiny precise data-checking.
Which is why I have no brain this evening.
The MEP (Members of the European Parliament) elections approach. Next week on the 22nd, to be precise. Political leaflets keep turning up in my mailbox. I tear them up into tiny shreds and put them in the kitchen rubbish bin so that there is no risk of me seeing them again and getting even more annoyed. (To be precise, UKIP and BNP leaflets. Other political leaflets might simply get dumped in the regular rubbish bin in my lounge area, as seeing them is less likely to irritate me.)
Weather was unusually sunny this afternoon. What is this strange unatural lite, sai Molesworth.
Which is why I have no brain this evening.
The MEP (Members of the European Parliament) elections approach. Next week on the 22nd, to be precise. Political leaflets keep turning up in my mailbox. I tear them up into tiny shreds and put them in the kitchen rubbish bin so that there is no risk of me seeing them again and getting even more annoyed. (To be precise, UKIP and BNP leaflets. Other political leaflets might simply get dumped in the regular rubbish bin in my lounge area, as seeing them is less likely to irritate me.)
Weather was unusually sunny this afternoon. What is this strange unatural lite, sai Molesworth.
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Date: 2014-05-15 03:56 pm (UTC)I think I shall do the same to some of the things showing up in my mailbox. It seems entirely satisfying.
Enjoy that bright yellow thing in the sky!!
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Date: 2014-05-15 11:43 pm (UTC)I'll enjoy it while it lasts...