British people don’t steal trucks!

Apparently.

Mouse traps have been set and still not caught anything. Either they haven’t been back in that cupboard or they’ve left of their own free will.

Hopefully they left of their own free will. Hopefully.

*Fingers crossed*

Don’t you hate it when you start writing an entry and then forget what you were gonna say?

Apparently British Gas are going to cut us off on Friday for not paying the bills we never recieved. Hmmm. Sounds about right for them. (I’ve got issues with them going back to when they left me for most of the winter without any bloody heating.)

So tomorrow I’m going to phone up and pretend that I’ve just moved in. Followed by a prompt change of supplier.

I’m getting there with the script. I’m now up to 14 pages, but still bothered by the pacing issue. I’ve passed a copy onto my friend Nikki to read so…

If anyone out there would like to read what I’ve done so far, leave a note. If I don’t already have your email address, leave me that as well.

Start the note with the words “I was cruel to children and small animals in a previous life so…”

Just kidding.

Anyhoo, have to go now. My maternal unit is phoning later.

Will