"When I was 10, my pa told me never to talk to strangers. We haven't spoken since."

Some may find this distasteful, I don't in the slightest. I had to come home early from work today, four hours into my shift. Why, a sudden onset of diarrhoea and stomach cramps. Since I've been on my days off the past three days, it's unlikely that I picked it up there, so before I could contaminate the patients, I was carted off home. I won't go into any further scatological details.

I have a google alert set up, so that every time a new web page or blog entry appears out there, mentioning Shirley Manson I get an e-mail. Usually when I mention Miss M here I get an alert mentioning my own page ( nice eh?), but despite about six mentions in yesterdays post - nothing, niet, nada etc - ho hum.

The Weather in the North East today was wonderful, hot and sunny. Hang on remember the days when I used to call myself a Curmudgeon, and Claire would complain? Why has that suddenly occurred to me? Senility arrived at last? That last point will - like my bed -have to remain unmade.

"I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it." - Steven Wright