Set off to get an online betting account, and half-way down the street realised had forgotten form. By the afternoon i'd finally gotten myself a chicken and cashew thai, and shared the end of the meat with a young (skinny) magpie - who wouldn't eat his greens or rice. Then at the pub i was looked on with disdain for even ATTEMPTING to get my online betting account without 'earning' (winning) it first, as i had vehemently insisted upon. Then George bought me a certain win which paid $8.60 which was precisely the amount for a g&t and a schooner of VB.

The bread is too damp. I was only half concentrating when i made it; i used up all the available flour, and then put 125ml water because the recipe said to, but i hadn't used the amount of flour the recipe wanted; it's more like damper or brioche; doesn't toast well, and obviously wont keep. Still, it's enjoyably edible.

That freek storm in Birmingham - i think that's where the next test match is. What wierd times. By far the best bit of today included the Rosella parrots which hold loud rackety court in three biggun gum trees down on the main road at some time in the morning and the IRA saying they'll be political instead of violent from now on.