Well I’m lying in bed and I need to get up in four hours. But that shall not stop me from lying here and typing all of this out for you. Never know, it might help me sleep, heh? And...



... I’m sure after reading it – all of you will be asleep as well.

Soooooo, what to talk about? Well, I just had an interesting thought to be honest – I hear someone talking about seating boy girl, boy girl – often a classroom practice in order to ‘remove problems’. True?

It made me think and wonder if perhaps the method would be no longer effective. It comes, of course, from an age when boys and girls didn’t like each other till they left school, and even then they only liked each other with the lights off, and fully clothed. Obviously.

Nowadays, though, boys and girls aren’t the fearful far away distant galaxys. Men aren’t from mars, and women aren’t from venus. Condoms are from The Brook, or Mrs Wickens, and the park’s a suitable venue.

So now, we live in a country with the highest teenage pregnancy rate in England. And if you’re still awake and following my logic (which I’d hope, to be honest, most of you are – it’s only 2am, I mean, you can’t be THAT dead. I’ve done an 8 hour shift serving coffee today and I can still make sense of this!), then you’ll realise that what I’m talking about is a direct correleation between the degradation of the hatred between boys and girls until well after puberty, and the rate of girls getting up the duff in their teens.

Done. In other news, I’ve still got no bathroom, and the levelling operation is being carried out on a minute-by-minute basis. Not to worry though, because we have a soft-close toilet lid, and the tiles are “spot on, mate, spot on.” Although, as the helpful bathroom specialist told me - “you’ll never get a perfect tile, no matter how hard you try.” I haven’t had a proper shower for 2 weeks. I don’t care how perfect the tiles are, to be honest. But that’s for another blog – I’ve even got pictures for you. See, I do collect pictures for you and do research for this blog. I just very rarely ever actually get round to … well, typing it out and putting it online. But these moments of sleeplessness help with that, don’t they?

Maybe some day I’ll be back to form!