In other news - I love bikers - our sort of bikers anyway. I was passing a car park earlier and there is a kids playground next door and a small kid fell over and screamed 'Dad'. Fully 50% of the big hairy leather clad men poring over each others bikes look round with concern and a round dozen strode across to see if they could be of assistance, including one shaved headed hard man who chirped, in perfectly rounded RP, "Might I help? I'm a paediatrician."
It's so hot at night at the moment that I have absconded to the spare room and am taking my notebook and pen with me. Writing myself to sleep is very calming but poses puzzles the next morning. The last thing I wrote last night was "She appplied new bandages to his stump and gave him a dose of medicine that tasted like bootscrapings but took all the pain away and filled him with a worm toblerone glomp." At least that's what it looks like.
I very illicitly watched a bit of the new series of True Blood last night. Anyone else totally in love with Pam?