That time of the week again, boys and girls.
Today, I am going to have a haircut. Not that daring I hear you say. true, if it wasn't for the fact that, as anyone who knows me can testify, I hate haircuts like Taz hates water. Should be interesting. Later, I may visit my grandparents, which believe me requires nerves of steel and the best frustration/anger management therapist known to man.
At work on Sunday, I decided to take the 40 x 4 pint containers of milk (to be taken out the shop, across the car park, and to the petrol station), in ONE trolley, rather than 2. Christ, that trolley redefined the words 'understeer' and 'bad handling'. Wonder I didn't whack a customer's car, really.