You know you’re a regular at your takeaway when they recognise you with a mask on and have written down your name and what you’re going to order before you say anything.

(blog title being a Cheers reference for anyone that didn’t get it)

If there’s one little pleasure to be extracted from insomnia it’s that point, usually around 2am, where you give up the tossing and turning and trying to settle and think “bollocks to this, I’m getting a drink and a snack”

Then you sneak into the kitchen, get momentarily blinded by the light of the fridge before trying to silently retrieve a glass and pour some milk, then retreat to the bedroom with a handful of biscuits or chocolate like Billy Bunter raiding the tuck shop (a reference for the younger readers there).

Meh, looks like another night of crumbs and podcasts.

Reached a scarily low battery level of 7 kms of charge left on the Leaf this morning. Thought I might be trailing extension cables down the hill to charge it up for the last half a kilometer.

Have set up a table of treats by the front door so the kids can help themselves without knocking on the door.

Under the mat is a pressure pad that lets out a shriek when they arrive. Watching the reactions on the video doorbell has been fun! One little boy legged it up the path!

Source: The brilliant artist and comedian Olaf Falafel’s Twitter feed

We have a confused little chick stuck on our patio since last night. Put some water and seeds out for it this morning but not showing any signs of recovering as yet so have escalated to making a little safety box nest to get it out of sight of cats (and a certain spaniel) and hope its mother comes to fetch it home.

If still around in a couple of hours I will need to drop it off at the vets.

Times like this it’s helpful to have parrot loving friends to go to for advice.

… let’s get the public to name our new aircraft. Always ends well.

Enjoyed this 2006 Mike Judge comedy yesterday about an average guy who wakes up in a future where mankind has fallen into stupidity, but felt like it now comes across more as a documentary or warning than satire. After a strong start it does fall off a little as the moronic characters get worse, but you can really imagine Trump in that future White House.

The first 4 minute explanation is a concise explanation of where we’re heading if we’re not careful. It won’t be long until there really IS a prime time show called “Ow My Balls!“