Meaningless, meaningless

I'm in Cardiff, sitting in Carlos's office at half past midnight after a curry and a hair raising drive here courtesy of Meilyr.

And Glenys Kinnock's office is the office next door. 

This trip has been funded by you, the taxpayer.

I'm feeling very smug, and ever so slightly guilty.

We have no heating.  And no hot water.  Indefinitely.

And the neighbours aren't in.

:-(

On the plus side, Tom and I saw some very cool pigs at the weekend, including a pregnant sow who was about to "pig".

Was having another poke around the History Matters entries and this one really stuck out.  There's a bit of a shock in the last paragraph.  You get some strange windows into other people's lives with this sort of thing.

My flatmate, Tom and I finally went to see Little Miss Sunshine last night.  It's a brilliant, clever, funny feelgood movie, and shows once again that Toni Colette is totally incapable of doing anything wrong.  Go see!