*Sigh*

Forgot to mention this the other day: blessed bees and other friendly insects for my pagan pals. I’d be a pagan if it wasn’t for my allergy to fake velvet and the fact that most New Age CDs make me want to throw the offending stereo out of the window.

Not a good day so far. Managed to ruin my breakfast because I wasn’t paying attention. [1] Attempts to pick something up reasonably healthy on the way to work were stymied so I ended up with a rubbish flapjack, some juice and a Snickers bar. Mr T would be pleased at any rate.

And then I discovered I’d left my mobile at home. And the things I needed to post today. And... well you get the idea.

Anyway, I thought I’d share with you my Mum’s role as Death of Jokes:

( Cowus Interruptus )

And as it begins, so shall it end

Got home to find the cheque for my latest archery gadget sale. Hooray.

And the quote for fixing my watch. Now, please remember this isn't a massive repair job; a bit of water got in and was only in for a matter of a few days. However, for a service including new hands, dial and crown (whatever the hell a crown is): £152.

Craptastic. Swiss watches - the expensive gift that just keeps on taking.

At archery I was shooting fairly well except for the occasional stray arrow. Then I shot two bloody awful ones at 40 yards and looked down to see my arrow rest was almost broken. Replaced it and started hitting the middle again, but too late to retrieve a decent score.

Off to bed now to hide under the duvet. Tomorrow had better be better than this: I've got to drive 180 miles.

Moo.