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Mrs Coastaltown has been away for a few days, so I've been pretending that I'm not a grown man with responsibilities but a petulant teenager away from home for the first time who gets to stay up late and drink. Gaaah. I do need her around, she stops me acting like a complete berk.

That said it's been handy from the point of view of getting some writing done. I work best at night, I find, however it is hard to do so when you're feeeing guilty about not already being in bed. Or too tired from being up with the lark an a vain attempt to prove what a solid and worthwhile citizen you are. I also came to the conclusion that it was high time I updated here, and so here I sit and type, despite the fact that I nearly lopped the end of my right index finger off on saturday night whilst making a pear and fennel salad, and my normally fluent keyboard skillz are thus somewhat hampered.

So, by way of addressing most of Coastalblog's personal concerns in a handy digest, it is incumbent upon me to get with the BULLET POINTS

  • Mrs Coastalblog's scan revealed a small indeterminate shape which lack of credible alternatives leads us to believe is a foetus. We were grinning like idiots. The photo is precisely the same as anybody's twelve week scan, except coastalblob appears to have a wi-fi connection.
  • Unlike Jimmy, who since packing his bags and departing Coastal Towers has been living in the dark ages and making do with dial-up, what with his broadband connection period including the longest weekend of the year. Stay strong.
  • Fort William FC's recent games have included a narrow 3-2 defeat to mighty Lossiemouth, who gained revenge for the Fort's magisterial 2-1 reverse at theirs earlier in the season, one of (and I may have mentioned this already) TWO (2) wins already this season. C'mon the Fort!
  • Terms and conditions apply. Business plans moved a step closer when the useless estate agent (after approx six months of pestering) finally delivered the terms of lease for the new gaff. Matters are now entirely in the hands of licensing and planning committees, so time to make with the briefcase full of greasy tenners (allegedly).
So there you have it. I'm now off to sharpen my knives for one last bank holiday shift. I'm going to assume that you have a pretty good idea of my opinion of Easter weekend. Suffice to say it is not high. And next weekend is Aintree, at which point we bcome inundated with drunken braying bastards and I give a sigh of thanks that I don't work on the floor any more. Aaahh.

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