In awesome and exciting news worthy of the internet - dentist yesterday has triggered a massive cold sore. Right where they were dragging my lips away from my face for a couple of hours.

Right now I can hear the plastic porch roofing being fixed with a hammer. They should just rename those as 'fix-everything tools'. Or - my Grandad plus a hammer equals 'Fixinator'.

Yesterday, in the dull news to surprise friend at dentist, I passed on my awesome achievement of "I stripped a wire!". I am sure that it was an pretty awful job, and none of my tools struck as being wire-strippers... but right speaker stopped buzzing.

Last night I checked my work email - just to keep up with former-client-buddies. That is beyond strange, and possibly kind of sad. Over the course of this week we've had a chat about extreme hair colours. That - and I think I have another unicorn conversion. If this chick doesn't get that, she'll get Stickman in Office Land. And I'm apparently entertaining the whole site, as chick dissolves into crying hysterics over my stress ball story.