Yesterday I was up at the miraculously early time of 9:30am, but only because I'd asked Dad to wake me up for the Saturday flea market. It had been ages since I'd gone, so I thought I'd have a gander and see what was on offer, maybe pick up a few records.

All four of us went; Dad because he needs a crowbar to complete his Gordon Freeman Halloween costume sort out the fence (he's still planning on getting a German Shepherd, but as you'll recall the rescue people who did the home visit said our fence wasn't secure enough on Crazy Dope Guy's side), Nathan for the walk, and Ashley because he's still got a tenner burning a hole in his pocket since his 17th birthday last month.

Dad got his crowbar, Ashley had an embarrassing incident in which he bought a full-face bike helmet for 50p, tried it on, it was too small and he had to take it back. Lesson learned: try before you buy, if possible. As for me, I found three records quite to my liking, which came home with me...

( But because I'm a dreadful person, they're under the cut... )

Nathan's killed the computer again. Fantastic. He did three system restores yesterday to try and get Spore Galactic Adventures working again and then screwed it up entirely by resetting the computer while the third restore was still going.

I'm - going - to - annihilate - him. He has no sodding concept of 'computer safety' or 'patience'. Nor does he have any idea what 'actually, other people need this computer so perhaps I'd better leave it alone' means. He screwed th whole thing up so he could play a piddling game - one which is probably a dodgy copy, anyway.

As a result, these posts will come much later than expected because not only do I have no Internet access to actually post them, I also don't have anything to type them up on.

These posts are thankfully all still in handwritten form, so at least I won't lose anything when the computer is reformatted. But that's not the point. It isn't fair on Ashley and I that he should wreck the computer every couple of months (literally) because he gets impatient with a game. But when we try to confront him about it he throws a hissy fit at us.

If/when I get a laptop, the resultant bliss will probably kill me. And only when hell freezes over will anyone else have a go on it.

Anyway, if all goes well today I should be enrolled into Sixth Form. I should let them know of my change of address. I should also have been getting my glasses today, but thanks to the cost of moving it looks like I'll be squinting until Wednesday.

I need a cup of coffee. I'll check in later to let you all know how it goes.