The collector

I'm a collector. Ok, I've said it out loud now. Don't ask me what I collect - if you asked Jon what I collect he would say 'everything', but today in my change I got excited when the glint of a shiny £2 coin was placed in my hand. Outside the shop, I discovered it is one I don't have!!! Yaaay. One of my more sensible collections £2 and 50p coins!

Got up late again today. I hate mornings. Didn't rush to get in to work as we were having a new release to our software this morning, and so had no access anyway. I spent the morning starting to sort my notes. The system was back just after dinner, and with a bit of a backlog that I didn't feel comfortable with, & the knowledge that Jon was at home for H, I stayed until 5.30. I made inroads but am not where I want to be just yet.

Home I was pleased to find the man who came this morning to view the car, has bought it. That was a good frog to clear. Dinner was ready for me and then I thought I'd do a bit of printing. Wrong. My evening then evaporated, trying to fix the printer - somehow a tissue (unused!) had slipped into the slot where the paper goes. We spent hours trying to remove it, but it just won't work. So blooming annoying. I've shouted a bit & slapped things. It still won't work, so I suppose that means I've got to buy a new printer. Big bummer. I've only just bought a load of ink. :-((((

Got nothing else done this evening , so a late blip & late night, and feel like I've taken a few steps backwards.

Tomorrow. Perhaps it will seem less important.