Check out the hits:
1. Warranties. How good are they when they work out? I’ve got a newish car, MissXtrailia2013, and she’s developed a bit of a knocking sound somewhere down there and over to the left. Dunno what it is. So I took her to Nissan and they cleaned her and fussed over her, serviced her and checked her over and said she’s a bit broken due to all the hardcore four-wheel driving I do, and they: 1. knew she was under warranty, and 2. got the bits sorted and fixed her. I didn’t even have to fill out a form. You little bewdy.
2. School holidays. Yippee. Finally. Blood transfusion today, and a sneaky flight a bit southward for a long weekend. Ahhh, the freedom. Can’t wait for some jammie days. I will not be doing my hair (Hello boys).
3. Blood donors. Thanks for giving us a new fresh life, with a happy child. If you’d like to join in on the best party in town, you can book a spot on 13 14 95. Go on, you know you want to.
4. Ryan Reynolds movies. Yet again, there was one on late on a Wednesday night, this time with an intriguing and original story: two people, envious of each other’s lives, a freakish act of nature, followed by a body switch, whereby the duo learn to love their own lives. So yeah, not intriguing or original at all, but like all Ryan Reynolds movies, once they start I am compelled to watch them until the end. Even if that end is midnight on a school night. Perhaps it was the thoughts that were provoked: Who would I like to swap lives with? Would I prefer my own challenges to someone else’s? Why do humans have to have something taken away before they appreciate what they have? Or perhaps I was just compelled to watch in case Ryan got his shirt off.
5. Dirty Laundry on ABC2 on Thursday nights at 9.30pm. Watch it. Lawrence Mooney is a funny bugger and they say the eff word a lot. Worth staying up for. Unlike the above (shirt issues notwithstanding)
So there you have it. A weird week, but ending up full of hits just the same.
Happy school holidays. May your children sleep in and then offer to clean the skirting-boards.
…From The Ashers