I despise cleaning, yet I had to clean the kitchen and the bathroom again today. How can two people use so many dishes, plates, knives and forks? Why do we never eat all of the cold meats that we buy so we have to throw half of it away? Why don't I buy half cucumbers instead of whole ones so only half gets eaten and then the other half rolls to the back of the fridge to turn into a self aware being of green slime?
Tonight I am cooking meatballs, blogging that recipe on the recipe group blog. And then I shall be mooching about on the Internet if there's nothing on TV. Meh.
Oh, and after Hubster brought a car because the old one was playing up, he has now since solved the problem with the first one. He loves both, and is now torn between the two. So I ask you. Which one would you prefer? Comfort or Fun? Airbus or Boeing? Sophistation or a Roguish Charm? James Bond or Indiana Jones? Help him decide, please....No, really. Please.
I reckon Indy's gonna win.
Oh, and thanks to Soy, I discovered Muse last night. Thanks Soy.
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Edited by Gil's other half with permission !
A weird comparison indeed, my love, but for those who can't quite make the mental leap... here's the dilemna.
My BMW had been giving me grief, on and off, for around six months and it had to go. There were a few cosmetic things that needed attention to make it attractive to another buyer, so I had them done. Lo and behold, one of the 'cosmetic' things turned out to be quite critical and fixed all the problems I'd been having !
In the meantime, I'd raided the trusty savings account and bought a Volvo estate. Boring, boring, boring, right ? Except this one has been modified to produce over 400bhp, along with suspension modifications, brakes.. everything. It is, what we car-geeks term, a Q-car. It looks like a Volvo estate (because, well, it is), but it will do a standing quarter mile drag-race in 11 seconds and out-perform seriously expensive sports cars from about 30 through to very-illegal mph.
The BMW has sat-nav, phone, 12 speaker surround system stereo, is hugely comfortable and quiet. It is ever so slightly dull, and illicits a lot of two-fingered salutes from other road-users which I can only assume is a modern way of showing appreciation for a fine automobile. Gil won't drive it, either, due to an incident involving a brick pillar and thinking that the faster the beeps on the parking sensors.. well.. beep... the faster you are meant to reverse. Seriously.
The Volvo has none of the above, crashes around the roads due to having rubber-bands for tyres, the stereo is pants, but it makes you giggle like a school-girl when you drive it. It is, frankly, mental yet brilliant.
I won't be allowed to keep both and I'm just procrastinating now.
Mrs_F
It's not the years, honey, it's the mileage! 
James Bond the Sean Connery version.
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