Like a rock, like a planet...

How has it been a week since I last posted a blog?

I read The Lost Symbol last week.  It was a nice change to see that 1) only America was in peril and 2) someone else had to sort it out.  A welcome relief after saving the galaxy countless times. 
I ordered the Mass Effect novels off (from?) Amazon last week and the postman came with them on Friday.  When I was still in bed.  So I missed him.  Now I have to go all the way to Wigan to collect them myself.  But that's OK. 

I also heard from Sean the decorator with news of a job.  It's not with him but he heard about it from his brother-in-law (I think) who says they're desperate to have people deliver leaflets.  Walking around on my own all day with little to no human interaction?  Sounds perfect.  I'll give them a ring tomorrow morning. 

Yesterday, just before reaching the end of The Lost Symbol, my dad asked if I wanted to go for a ride on the bikes to a pub called The Masons in Billinge.  They had been awarded some award and were having a free barbecue to celebrate.  It started to rain as soon as we set off but stopped not long after; at least until we got to the pub.  There was nowhere to sit inside because it was so full so we had to find half a bench out in the intermittent rain.  The whole experience was about as interesting as I've made this paragraph. 

Now it's Sunday and I'm waiting for breakfast and then I'm off to Grandad's and then to the cemetery. 

Little Mike got tickets for us to see Bad Religion in August at Manchester Academy 2 for less than £20.  Epic win. 

Now it's a little bit later on Sunday and I've just had my breakfast and I can hear my parents complaining about how rich and fat some famous American chef is.