She's gone. Left. No longer to ever be seen again. My beautiful Audi 80... the tale of where she's gone is pretty neat. She was bought by this really nice Polish guy who is basically going to drive her to Poland to be taken to pieces and sold as individual parts. When I asked him if it was worth a lot, he said no. It would just about cover his petrol money to get there. I didn't ask any more questions than that. There must be more to it than that otherwise, why would you do it? I might try and hook up with him when (if) he comes back - I'm genuinely interested in what the story is there.

I watched her drive away up the road until I could see no longer... but that would be because of the smoke coming out of the exhaust and not because he'd gotten too far. Good luck my friend! May you have as many exciting adventures as I did.

My buddy Kahn - ex Mr Deputy Ed at Burn - sent me a text this morning too letting me know he'd just done his first gig as a stand-up. I am so jealous. It was a 10 minute opening slot but I bet it was the longest 10 minutes in the entire history of the world. Like I said, I'm jealous - what that actually means in the real world, I dread to think but I understand the implications fully. Damn.

Yesterday, we all went to a place called WildWood. It's a conservation area for native British creatures. So, £30 later and I'm looking at animals in enclosures that I can see for free if I look out of my window:

Fox - check. He was trying to get in the garage to empty the bin.
Heron - check. Last seen fishing for breakfast on Thursday in the river.
Raven - check. They're currently still nesting in the trees in the graveyard next door.
Adder - check. Last seen trying to escape from Lilly and Poppy in the garden. One day they'll get the conservation message.
Beaver - er... OK, so we haven't got a beaver and they're pretty cool but you get what I'm saying.

Kids had fun though.

It's 12.30 on a Sunday afternoon and world is tilting on its axis already - must be time to start writing in a minute.