Well I'm sat in Brierhill Shopping centre, in the Dunnes "Reflect Cafe" to precise looking out on a glorious traffic island and unfinished trading estate!
I'm waiting.
I'm waiting for my job interview with a youth project. The interview is at 2pm and I thought I'd come in early to find the place etc. Well after driving round a council estate for what seemed like hours I finally found the place so it's just a waiting game until 2pm comes. I can't prepare any more for this interview and too be honest there wasn't much prep needed anyway, it's very much like fostering from the job description, I just don't get to keep the kids... which is obviously a bonus going by some of the kids we've had... but in saying that it makes me remember some of the others, especially the last one... who I now wish was here with us.
I'm sat watching a change a tyre on his car. He has a pneumatic jack, pneumatic pump, pneumatic spanner... all worked from a little contraption he's plugged into his cigarette lighter socket! I want one!
Did I tell you about my car? Did Brad? It's fucked! Well no, it's not, the starter motor has gone so at the moment I've stolen a car and am using it to get around. Okay so that's not entirely true either. I've not so much stolen a car as I've borrowed it. it's Brad's car. Which is in my name anyway! I've been arrested twice for stealing a car and on both occasions I was innocent. Sort of!
In other news my subscription as a pro has ran out on this lovely blog site and I no longer have a card suitable to renew it with! Bollocks! Hmm... maybe I'll win a bloscar! Talking of which... I'm amazed at the people you're voting for! It's fantastic and diverse! Wonderful, bloody wonderful!