Fancy bidding for the name of a taxidermied rat in a Carl Hiassen book? Go here then...

Mind you, even though I've never heard of him, I quite fancy being murdered horribly in a Douglas Preston book.

Apparently, my first proper day off work will, rather than enjoying myself, be occupied with waiting for a Scottish Gas technician. I don't even know why.

Hmm - I don't think I've ever discussed the insane rules concerning smoking and tradesmen either, have I? Basically, if your house is (in his opinion) unpleasantly smoky when said tradesman arrives, he can refuse to work, wasting your day and costing you a call-out fee. So, you can't smoke in your own home for maybe an hour before he arrives - but when he's arriving between midday and 6pm, that's a hell of a long time to go without a cigarette, surely?

Bloody stupid rules.

I think I'd like to be murdered in print by an asthmatic plumber, come to think of it...

Dave xx

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