My first car

At the grand ole age of 26 I have bought my first all to myself car, and I'm feeling quite chuffed. at the moment it is up with its grandad who is a mechanic and changing it's timing belt or something. Giving it a good workover anyhow. It is bright red, a "96 toyota corolla hatchback, a manual. It has done lots of kms, but it's grandad assures me that it runs like a dream and will keep going and going. Apparently, they're so good, they're as rare as rocking horse shit to buy. And the best bit is, my mum bought it for me, and she's been dead for almost 4 years! What a great mum.

Had a delicious weekend with the boy down in Taupo. We had prawns and fillet steak and bubbles and our own spa (I was ashamed of our self-indulgence....I really was). And it was just really really nice.

Work is tough but still great. Three week fraud and forgery trial. Basically just a despicable waste of public resources even prosecuting the matter...

One of my bestest people in the whole world brought to my attention the possibility that my current lack of interest in this blog may be a reflection of my happiness. I think she may be on to something.

Did I mention that the club stalker guy is bi-polar.......found out at the last meeting when he turned up on his bike cause his dad, also bi-polar, had taken to his son's car with an axe.......