today was one of those days when all the loons come out of the woodwork and tell me their little stories. One woman came and told me that she had to buy a new teapot because the handle fell off her old one, so she glued it back on, but then every time she made tea, the glue melted and the handle fell off again. Strange thing is, she wasn't actually even buying anything, she just walked up, told me the story, then left.

yesterday there was a really loud bang in the middle of the afternoon, which wasn't an earthquake, according to the earthquake website.

I was lying in bed reading a book, and Ian came in and said, "what are you reading, Mum?" I showed him, the Forensic Sexology Handbook, and he said, "I wish I hadn't asked."