Blogging on the go - bound to work :)

Given the astonishingly flaky nature of 3G and the fact that I craft these words from the back of a coach on the M4, this might fail horridly, but you never know. Here goes, etc.

Fuck me. What a week. Broke the front door on Tuesday [actually the enquiry into an incident surely to be dubbed Doorgate in years to come is still awaited, but we're going for a Wear and Tear defence at this stage] and lost the fucking back door keys the same night! Unbelievable Jeff!

Cue much shouting and hollering which has of late been resolved, unsurprisingly, by Tam, who ordered a temporary lock via the web. Had to wait for that to arrive this morning, head into work to do something relatively pointless for KBR, then batted it over to Vicky Coach Station to get on the FunBus to Swindoom.

Another bus to Brinkworth will follow, wherein I'm going to lurk in a locals' pub and be collected by T. The total cost of this journey is still only going to be £8. No worries. More later.