Strange last few days,

You have the anomoly of Black Friday, followed by the most romantic day of the year.

Well I don't really consider myself superstitious, so Friday was just another Friday. Mmmm?

But my PC was acting up, eventually to fall into a coma and I'd just been informed that I wasn't to be considered for a post I'd spent considerable time applying for. Shame on you Human Resources, had two good referees and everything.

Got some well meaning lip for even suggesting, by text, that a few bevvies could be had on Saturday night in favour of a mate's attachment to his crown jewels (Obvious really) ....and then my electric toothbrush took against me.

One Dead Doorbell and a small spat with my father later and bed seemed like a safe place, perhaps the only deed I got right all day.

Valentine's Day, ugggh

By way of distraction, the postman brought good news as a new RAM strip was now available to my coma ridden PC. When in doubt call cousin Dave who, traditionally, will nip into the nearest telephone kiosk to don his Superman costume and save the day. I awaited a text reply to my carrier pigeon.

Missed out on seeing brother Jim as crossed wires meant that he watched the FA Cup match at a different pub and I returned home to a couple of Cokes, a ham sandwich and the enjoyable saga of The Voice and a recording of Count Arthur Strong from earlier in the week.

Its Monday morning now, PC has been resussitated via Superman and I have the dubious honour of dental extraction mid afternoon. Will this improve my whistle I ask myself?