The return of the car, and snow....

After much laying on of hands the Grease managed to get the 806 back by tea time yesterday.

This was a source of no pleasure to children who had gone to school in something that sounded like it was off the drag circuit. The bus driver, a bit of a petrol head was seriously impressed as the disco took off for home nearly blowing the bus over with the noise.

Afternoon MPV was a serious disappointment.

But today bright and early came the white stuff, yup even more snow.

Our life continues to feel like playing one of those old 70's space invaders games. You blast away at all the little aliens and the more you shoot the more there are till they grind you into the dirt.

More snow, and of course I am interviewing on the morrow. Then Thursday will all go on shopping. Friday the management is being interviewed and with massive skill I had previously booked that day for trip to Brittany, that should pack the day well. But of course there is more, in order to get to Plymouth we must go up the M4 on the afternoon of the evening where Wales play France at home. So the M4 will be full of people heading for Cardiff.

This could make life very very interesting in a get to the M5 in a reasonable time sort of way.

The sensible thing to do would be to start off early, but of course we then factor in the interview which could take errh goodness knows how long.

Stress? Who us?

It is funny, the literature says that individuals cope with individual high stress incidents, what wears people out is serial low stress incidents.

I can vouch for that.

But today at least should be nice. Gwion is 11, today we have a birthday party, fortunately, not the hundreds of children running wild sort, but a nice afternoon just all of us and him.

His friends all came round at the weekend - I am still taking valium for that....

R