Last week was fun. The TV was all like "blah blah the world is ending", but as soon as I step out the front door all I can hear is people laughing and giggling with a few excited screeches. Which would suggest people like the end of the world. I certainly did.
It turns out my car was broken into and someone tried hotwiring it, but the battery was flat so they just pissed about with the wiring and ran off. Which means I have to fork out a fortune because they couldnt be bothered to steal it properly. Mark says there be no crimes in sleepy Cheddar. I want to move back to the ghettos of Yeovil.
I did a drawing again. I know, boring.