Laughter is good for the soul, and for male pattern baldness

I should be in bed right now. I'm working tomorrow and I'm driving up to Scotland after work for my birthday weekend. I'm turning 30, so I need my sleep. But I'm buzzing. I'm buzzing from the chat that I've just had with Sarah. She giggled and laughed a lot tonight. Lots of cheeky funny giggles, proper laughing. I was re-energised with each wee pleasurable outburst.

I was getting in the mood for the weekend and started singing "It's my party and I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to...you would cry too if it happened to you..." That's the extent of my knowledge on the song. Sarah then took up where I left off and launched into the next verse. Well, I for one am well impressed, she's going to get on great with the rest of the gene pool! Now all she needs to learn is my version of "Every party has a pooper." Honestly, the fact that my Mum used to sing that to me on the odd occasion, hasn't left me emotionally scarred, well, not much lol. She had an excellent sense of humour.

Male pattern baldness runs on my Dad's side of the family. So I once said to my little brother, "You know, when you get old, you're going to be bald like..." Then I blurted out all of the names as if there was NO way Johnnie could avoid it "Dad, Uncle Sammy, Gerard, John, Uncle Hughie, etc, etc..." Johnnie, who could only have been about 5 at the time, (I was 10), burst into tears. Mum was cooking in the background and heard what I said. When she realised that Johnnie was crying and I was looking rather smug she replied to me by saying "Well how do you know it wont happen to you?!" The young, no longer smug PP, was then in tears.

I've been packing tonight. Said task, still not completed. Had scheduled it in my diary for Wed but put off for today. I did however manage to clean my car and do my recycling. Silver star for PP! Think I'll finish off the packing tomorrow morning.

One more sleep!

In the red

I have an inherent tendency to put things off, this is something that I'm constantly "working" on. Sometimes I wonder if I should just let myself be me, or, should I conform and just get my act together?

I left the house on time this morning, grabbed my latte and some toast on the way to work as usual and decided to grab some diesel en route. I was already in the red but figured I had enough to make the 4 miles to the petrol station.

Pulled into the petrol station when I noticed that ALL of the diesel pumps were covered! Imagine my horror! I got out of my car and asked the attendant if they were sure they didn't have any left, could they not squeeze a few drops out? "No" they replied. Shit!

I then preceded to drive to the nearest station with an average speed of 30mph in 6th gear - just in case. Luckily I made it to the station without running out of fuel. Lesson learned!

On my ride...

Tonight, whilst out on my bike the following occurred:

1. I hit an old codger's Ford mundaneo with my fist, intentionally, cos he got way too close for comfort. He didn't even bat an eyelid - old git lol!

2. Some chavvy kids threw a -don't laugh, it could've been vay, vay dangerous!- a paper aeroplane at me. I pulled my brakes, turned round and gave them a right mouthful. They weren't expecting expletives to come back at them in a pissed off Scottish accent: don't mess!

3. I saw a guy who was missing a foot. At the sample place last month, I saw a guy who's hospital trousers were falling down past his bum. For some reason, I always look forward to this part of my ride...

I love riding my bike :-)

Age

As I type this, I can feel my central heating dry my skin. Luckily I succumbed the other weekend and bought some moisturiser. I did it all on my own, and I managed to spend less then a tenner! I don't understand why women would want to spend mega bucks on facial cream. When are people going to just accept that skin matures?! It's part of you, it's your journey. Your frown lines, your laughter lines, and that mole that your gran tried to scrub when you were a kid thinking it was chocolate. Why do grandparents do that lol? And it's always with a really old tissue that's been up their sleeve or in their pocket for ages. The tissues always have that foosty-tissue-nice-gran-smell. My gran used to smell of Oil of Olay, formerly known as Oil of Ulay.

Sarah came over last Thursday. Although she's back in the flatlands, she's even closer than before. She re-confirmed her prime position as my mate for life on Saturday. When, upon seeing the BT ads with the guy from 'My Family' exclaimed - "What's he doing playing a parent/adult?!" Aaah, domestic bliss :-). Every fricken time that ad comes on I ask the same question. He's so unbelievable as a grown up!

Now it's only 9 more sleeps till I'm over there.