Judgement day: car MOT day.
Dropped it off at the garage, almost felt emotional.
Had promo photos for the new show taken by Chris in St Ives town centre, was nice to catch up. Randomly bumped into my old pal Michael so we hung out for a bit, and a random bloke came up to me and started praising my comedy shows, and couldn't believe that I was in St Ives as he thought I was Cambridge-based (yeah, because it's so far away), and it was a really flattering conversation. No idea who he was.
Car passed it's MOT! Well, 3 lights were out but they fixed those. Some worrying things on the 'advisory' notes, but I'll pretend I didn't see those. So relieved. What a car! How does it keep doing this?
Popped around Mum's and took her shopping, like the good son I am. Dog bit my ankle.
Got back, feel refreshed - so relieved about the car. Did some more washing, cleaned my bathroom, tidied so that I can actually get to my bed without jumping over a pile of Jools Holland CDs! Yeah, I'm on it, this is THE week to achieve things. Which is ironic, because today, from a career point of view, I've achieved absolutely fuck all.
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