There's, like, 1440 minutes in a day and they all fly by like migrating robins without leaving me so much as a blackberry-coloured dropping. Where do they go?
I work a bit, turn over a few sods down the allotment for a few hours a week, ride my bike here and there; all of which doesn't really take up 1440 x 7 (sorry, 24 x 60 stretched me enough at this time of the night...) but still there doesn't seem to be enough time.
There's not even time to put up some quick stories and some pretty pictures to illustrate them. I have to get on with the business of making ends meet and such like.
Done some cool stuff lately but not enough and definitely not enough of the riding my bike here and there without it being amongst fattie-bastard cars.
Give me the time!
EDIT (a bit later on):
Do you think I should find something new to rant about? Yeah? Well, tough, I ain't got the time.
