Failure

It's true, I'm a big failure. Well, not manly and 'grrrr' enough, at least. I cant undo the bloody axle nut on my bike, even with the help of a bloody big ratchet. Not shifting. Which means I cant sort out the chain without some help. Which probably means I'm going to have to go to a garage and be all pathetic, which is not good and in fact, completely embarassing. Arse.

On the happier side, there was a fun sports day kinda thing going on at work today, so I've basically had the afternoon off. And it turns out I'm really good in the sack. Or sorry, a sack, since I managed to win my sack race *thumbs up*. And I'm good at carrying eggs about too. Fun fun fun!

Tomorrow should be a bit of a lighter day, since I'm going to start doing this reporty bollocks that I have to do. Because there isnt much else for me to do without trying to put on a load of reactions, and I need to leave early to go and rescue my gaffa-taped-up man (according to my Unmoose). So tomorrow is not going to be highly productive. Also, I should write up what I'm currently doing so there is much less stress later....methinks a day of melting points is in order.....blah blah blah......

It's TOO BLOODY WARM.