Woke up with my head under the pillow this morning, sod knows what dream made me want to bury my head, maybe it was just the idea of getting up? Then as every man will know i spent about 30 mins doing the morning pee, seems to last forever, i swear i didn't drink in my sleep. Anyway after my already vastly adventurous first steps of Friday i walk out the door with dog and for my morning stroll with me pooch. Saw loads of frogs spawn this morning, haven't seen it for years. Made me want to be 12 and pick it up and take it home, then have no idea what to do with it when all the tadpoles come out and eventually take it all back to stream. This day was turning out to be Bear Grylls crazy now, especially when i almost died when some stupid lady in a beetle (who drives a beetle anyway?) cut me up on the roundabout and looks at me like i've just posted shit through her letterbox. Aaaaaaaaanyway i get to Exeter park the car and try to get out of it with my seatbelt on, so clever, but still for a split-second you think, what the fuck is going on?

No coffee chats today, we ran out of coffee mate, bad times.

I did however by some peanuts, win!! was like a squirell at a harvest festival. Nothing exciting really happened today it was just like a normal day, this usually includes me making a twat of myself at some point, and generally being a tool.

Now home writing this and about to go see my buddy and make him wish he hadn't invited me over.........