It's good to talk
Mood:  chatty
Well managed to get away with nicking some free electricity to charge up me satellite phone. The street light was a little dim overnight, but I don't mind that. Nobody fell over the cable either so I don't think I'll get caught.
Got in this morning and there was chaos. A trolley had overturned in the entrance hallway leaving a gap too narrow for wheelchairs to pass. With my railway marshalling experience I soon sorted it out though. Amazing what I've learned over the years. It turns out that the trolley was moving someone with a tennis racket sticking out of their backside, and the racket caught on something overturning the trolley and the geezer. It's been a week where I think I recognise people but am not so sure. This bloke kept going on about Arnold and going woof woof. I think I met him at a party once. They must have been taking him to the psycho ward.
I'm told that there are people actually reading this thing. I can't say I'm surprised, wait until I really get going, then you'll read some fun stuff, tell all your mates.
Anyway, the microwave's just gone ding, my salt beef bagel must be ready. I have then specially flown in from Brick Lane, along with the parts for the fastest VW this side of Wembley.
More later