So, monsieur Allcorn was supposed to be coming round this evening. I pressed him on when at around 6 and only managed to secure a nebulous “soon”.

I naturally set about passing this variable unit of time in a number of ways. I washed. I washed up. I put the washing on. This led to a period of protracted contemplation regarding exactly why everything around here is so goddamn dirty. I also chopped up some raw carrots and finished off the last of the hummus (houmous? hummous? hummer? hammer time?), then made a pretty cool phone call. Man, I’m still grinning like an idiot just thinking about it. I may even do it again tomorrow….

Anyway, one phone call and a family-size bucket of happy thoughts later it’s 8.30 and I’m wondering where my so-called friend is. Seems he fell asleep. No, really. Now I can’t figure out if that makes him lame, or me.