I think I may be challenging Spork for her Queen of Forgetfulness crown, either that or I've discovered a new social phenomenon, where you turn into a ditzy tool when you are very overworked. Today I managed to lock my keys in my car outside of work whilst in the middle of a conversation, not only did I lock away my keys, but also my phone and my coat in baltic temperatures, brrrr. After running around like a spanner trying to get back into bearable conditions I managed to find a former (allegedly) hard-ass criminal who managed to break into my car in a matter of seconds. Now that's; 1) cool, because I didn't have to smash my car up (she doesn't deserve that), 2) Quite worrying.

Bizarro world, while writing this my brother has just phoned me, I haven't spoken to him for ages, and he's phoned of his own accord to say hello, no prompting and he's not asking for anything...aaaaaw, I feel warm and fluffy.