"Out here in the fields ..."

Before I start ... Why do people when arriving at a lift, which already has people waiting, feel the need to press the lift call button once more even though it's brightly lit because someone has already called? And ... Why once in the aforementioned lift, do people feel the need to press the button for a particular floor once more, even though (again) it's blatently obvious someone has already requested it.

Oh, and if the 'big boned' bird from the 1st floor should happen to read this, the reason you are 'big boned' is because you use the lift to go one sodding floor ...

Anyway, moving on ...

This is the mobile phone I have, (Well, obviously not the actual one in the photo, as I'd need my phone to take a photo of my phone ... And the girls lost my stylus months ago when one of them borrowed it to use for their Nintendo DS), a LG Viewty. I've had it over a year now, and have surprised myself that I've managed to keep it in one piece for all that time. The Viewty doesn't have a keypad, everything is done via its touchscreen (Which explains the stylus) - so break the screen and you end up with an expensive paperweight.

So why am I telling you about my mobile? Last night Bethany and I dropped Charlotte off at her theatre group practice at the local church, and as it was still relatively light B and I decided to take Jackson for a run on the field next to the church. What we do is let Jack off his lead (After first checking there are no sheep in the field), then we run away. Jack will sniff around, then eventually it will dawn on him that Bethany and I are 60 metres further down the field, so he'll sprint after us - We'll pet him and praise him, he'll start sniffing around once more, and we again run away. Keeps us amused anyway.

But last night after running round the field for 10 minutes, I realised I didn't have my phone in my coat pocket. I was sure I had put it in my pocket, and after a frantic patting of all my pockets (I was wearing combats, which meant I had 3 times more pockets to pat than normal) I concluded I must have dropped it. Thinking back, I remembered with a sickening feeling hearing something drop when running ... By now it was getting dark, and I had to take Bethany back home, so I planned to take her home, grab my maglight and come back with Charlotte's mobile and search for mine. Then I remembered that my phone was still on 'vibrate', (Phone's aren't allowed to 'ring' whilst at work) so it was unlikely that in the dark and on vibrate I'd find it ...

So we went home, and I resigned myself to the fact I'd lost my phone and would have to swallow the remaining months on my contract, and annoyed with myself for losing it in the first place.

Needless to say, I found it on my bed when I got home!

The sum total of excitement in my life ...

And the guitar? I found a great online store (Stringbusters) which not only sells double-ball end strings, but cheap as well! I ordered 3 sets on Monday, and they arrived yesterday morning - result. My next step is to strip all the paint from my guitar so it's back to the wood, and then stain and varnish it. I need to replace some of the pots (That's the volume and tone controls Andy) as one has cracked and both are missing their knobs, but am holding off that until I know what colour I'm going to stain the guitar. I'm actually quite looking forward to it - I like using my hands, and get an enourmous sense of satisfaction when I do something successfully (I'm still proud of the fact that I managed to hang the old kitchen units in the garage, and the fact they're pretty much level as well!).

Rock'n'roll ... Rock'n'roll ...