Bad People

Our little Co-op on the estate got ram-raided last night.

Ram-raided, FFS. This is a quiet new housing estate in a small, quiet Wiltshire town.
What is the matter with people??! They tried to remove the Link ATM in there and left with nothing (apparently) but have caused lots of damage. Idiots.

Nearly the end of the hols here. I took all the decorations down earlier and hoovered up a surprisingly small number of needles. I've done more of the neverending washing pile, managed not to kill The Little Prince yet and just took the kids and dog out for a big Ol' walk. "Let's go see the broken shop" proved incentive enough to get them out of the house.

I can ignore the ironing pile no longer - it's taking over the spare room - so we're going to stick the Sword in the Stone on and I'm going to get the ironing board out. Bleeeeeeurgh.

First weekend with no booze is here. Hmmmm...

This time next week my job interview will be done and dusted. I'm scared rigid and really not sure I should be going for it.
That's not for now though.