My newly arranged room is finished.
Everything is tidied away into its proper place.
Except for the nail clippers, I must have thrown them away during my last tidy.
So I’m sat in my newly arranged flat with long nails and no means to cut them.
Another thing not in its right place is the cable remote.
I’ve lost it.
It’s quite possibly in the bin bag, but I’m too scared to check.
Subsequently I’m stuck on uktv history. They’re having a week dedicated to the Adam Hart-Davies vehicle of “What the [INSERT HISTORICAL GROUP HERE] Did For Us.
I love Adam Hart-Davies, in fact, I heart him.
I have learnt lots about Greenwich Mean Time, The invention of the screw press, why miles are called miles and the first road atlas, how viaducts were built and that the Romans invented ball bearings and seemingly silly hair .
Though all in all, four hours of it was a bit much, I could naturally have changed channels on the cable box under the telly, but my toenails are too long and starting to get painful. So I ate my foccacia from yesterday (Not as it should be, but more like an olive oil rock scone thing, nicer than it sounds) and ate a WHOLE JAR OF OLIVES.
A whole jar.
Then went on the internet and found this www.adam-hart-davis.org … look at his little face.
I think my month off gigging is at an end, I’m going loopy, need to do more comedy and leave my flat.