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Wednesday 30th November 2005
 
So, I gave M**** a lift to town and we're going along the Headrow, right hand lane, minding our own business. There's two lanes of traffic and, up ahead, the left hand lane has to turn left, whilst the right hand lane (the one we're in) can either turn left or go straight on . . . whatever. M**** tells me we need to turn left up ahead, so I start turning the wheel to make the turn when I think, "Hmmmmm, that car on my left shouldn't be there," and, sure enough, there's a car on my left that just completely ignored the 'you must turn left' designation and is just going straight on. I straighten the car up and we're a couple of inches from hitting said car. Craziness. We're both a bit freaked out, and I'm wondering if we should have been in the left lane. M**** seems to think not, and that he was in the wrong. I couldn't really care, as I'm happy the car is still in one piece and that was one accident narrowly avoided. A****** fell asleep in the car and was still asleep when I lifted him out of the car seat and placed him temporarily on the sofa. He looked kinda cute, so I took a couple of pictures, seeing as how we don't have many of A******. Something else happened today. Oh yes, I remember. For some bizarre reason, I've requested further details from an estate agent about a 12-bedroom (no, really it is) house up for sale in Morecambe. It's along the promenade, so at least we're guaranteed stunning views of the bay and the Lake District. The house is in our budget (well, who wants to live in Morecambe?) and fits two of our criteria: closer to both of our families, and it has more than two bedrooms . . . quite a lot more. I've wanted to live in a huge house for many, many years, but I'm not sure if Morecambe was quite what I had in mind. Ah well. I think the film 'Performance' may have something to do with my desire to live in such a house. This film doesn't seem to be available on DVD. How odd.
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