Uberred into work today, then left early to pick up my car. Despite my misgivings, there it was ready and waiting, looking like new. It’s almost worth having a bingle every now and then to get your car so thoroughly cleaned and polished. Those blokes are modern day Leonardos, apart from the fact that they work a little slower.
Donna invited me to her place for dinner tonight to celebrate, which I appreciated. It was a bit disconcerting, though, because as the evening went on, she kept saying ‘Google’ and then giving a command, and miraculously the command would be followed. I wish Ian’s name was Google. If ever I have a kid, I’m going to call him or her Google. Google! Turn the music down. Google! Wash the dishes. Google! Make your bed. Google! Go to the bottle shop and buy me a bottle of wine (either a Shiraz or a Cab. Sav. will be fine).