Busy, too busy to think of witty titles.

Too busy to think of a better word to describe my titles than "witty".

So busy I forgot to post a postcard yesterday. But that turned out to be a good thing because I had forgotten to address it. Today I wrote a postcard and forgot to leave space for the address. The number of unposted postcards is now two, however the number of unaddressed postcards has decreased to zero.

Genius.

When I drove to the Pirate House on Friday my radio cassette player abruptly stopped working. When I looked at the device there was a fuse sitting in the cigarette lighter, which had also ceased functioning (as a socket for my phone charger). On further inspection the next day it was revealed not to be the radio cassette player's fuse. It, and it's little plastic friends inhabiting the cigarette lighter socket, where in fact from the end of the phone charger. This didn't fix the radio casette player, but it did fix the phone charger. Subsequent poking around under the dashboard did not reveal the radio cassette player's fuse. (It did reveal a lever for adjusting the height of the steering column.) So when I booked my car in for it's 100 megametre service and the nice man asked if there was anything I particularly wanted looked at I said "I think the radio cassette player has blown a fuse". He replied "Has the end of your phone charger come off in the cigarette lighter recently?". Genius.  ¶ 17:48