In retrospect I don’t think I was the most bright and cheerful little button in the button box today. I had such an exhausting week last week with the play and everything that I feel a bit like I’ve been switched to fast color instead of enhanced. I was definitely a bit lacklustre in the work zone, not less productive but just not with the side salad of my usual sparkling wit.

I suddenly really fancy a panna cotta with a nice raspberry coulis. However, there isn’t any in the fridge….There’s never a panna cotta in the fridge when you want one.

I am fighting the falling eyelids at the moment but going to bed before 11pm is so often a mistake as it makes it 99% more likely that I will wake in the wee hours. That has been happening far too often lately. So I am keeping myself propped up with the aid of the laptop. If it wasn’t there I would quite probably fall off the sofa onto one of the cats.

Yesterday the girlie and I had to catch up with last week’s Corrie in the omnibus edition. I used to swoon over Pal Aron when he was in The Bill so it was treat to find him turning up in the street even though he plays a character that doesn’t know which side to sleep on, which way is facing forward so to speak. However that gay kiss was about the least believable bit of acting I have seen on the soap in a long while. Although it’s not quite as repellent as the prospect of Tracey Barlow and David Platt interlocking horns in the act of demon lurve. I like Corrie, the script is so tight and funny. Steve and Lloyd could get their own show. Great stuff.

We were discussing those buggy things the other day. The ones that elderly and disabled people use to terrorise pedestrians. I was walking to work one day – with iPod as per which by the way I need to help me cope with the hour long walk first thing in the morning – and I was overtaken by an elderly lady driving her invalid buggy. She slowed down alongside me and indicated that I should take out my ear piece. ‘You shouldn’t be listening to those’ she said ‘you can’t hear what’s coming up behind you’. I refrained from telling her to k’off and mind her own bees and I just smiled my sweetest smile – which by the way is very sweet like the butter wouldn’t melt type. She then put her foot down and whizzed off. That really pisses me off. The footpath is for foot patrons, pedestrians, those members of society that still know how to put one foot in front of t’other. And don’t try to tell me that all invalid buggies are used by people unable to walk because that is a crock. In any case my objection is not that invalid buggies are allowed on the pavement but that they go at more than normal walking speed. I am quite happy to share my path with other people moving at normal walking pace but it never ceases to irritate me that these buggies can whip along, clearing all in their path by fair means or foul, at the speed of a small car. There is an outcry if a rowdy teenager tears along the footpath on a bike, outrage if a surly youth scoots by on a skateboard but somehow it’s ok for a cantankerous old crone to race along at twice the speed of either, laying out anyone stupid enough to be using the pavement for its intended purpose.

Well that’s me done for the day.