Freezing Friday

Drumbeats... whoa...

That's the soundtrack to The Rock for you, which I'm listening to now in Simon's room (the only one of my CDs he likes and grew quite obsessed with a few weeks back, and subqequiently listens to repeatedly) as I type this... no, not an easy target moment!

Today's been a little out-of-sorts for those of us suffering with low water heating supply in Flat 19. Last night, the water wasn't only just cold but freezing, in which I reluctantly had to endure one of the quickest showers of my life. We've been in contact with Don "The Man, The Legend", who says the next time he can get his people out to look at it is Monday (because he's got a wooden leg, or limp, or bit of shrapnel from the war and takes him that long to climb the stairs)... yet so far, the heat of the water seems to be holding, so perhaps this weekend won't be as cold as I originally suspected! Anyway, next door have hot water just fine, so if push comes to shove, we can always nip (pun intended... you know, cold sometimes referred to as "nippy"? Oh, forget it...) next door.

Other than that, all I've really done with my time is hoover my room, get up-to-date on my laundry, some small amounts of reading and watching the excellent 24 and playing some equally excellent We Love Katamari and James Bond 007: Everything or Nothing. Of course, there's shopping to be done, which is next on the hitlist, and tonight Flat 19 might possibly sit down and watch The Rock (hence the soundtrack being listened to). I'm thinking pizza, or chicken, or pizza with chicken on...

I read a rather inlightening article in The Spectator about the American political situation within the Republican Party, specifically to do with Dick Cheney shooting his friend in the face with a shotgun last week... if I can drag it up, I'll include a brief snippet of intel (24 speak for "a few lines of it") in my next posting.

Until then, ladies and mentalmen, peace out.