Thor struck this week

What a nightmare. This week just seems to have gone all wrong, every day piling a fresh heap of poo onto the previous shovel load. Of course, I’m slightly overdramatising, but that’s my nature. Essentially, I’ve discovered that I’m not the type of person who is any good at contingency plans, so when my car loses the ability to get me to work, it becomes a crisis. The part I needed to fix said car was expensive and the labour costs were, frankly, totally blown out of proportion. Ebay came to the rescue, but couldn’t deliver for a few days. Since the broken part was the windscreen wiper mechanism, everything would be hunky dory as long as it didn’t rain.

So Thursday (Thor’s day… God of Thunder… Supervisor of the Rain Department… total pain in the buttocks), along comes the biggest downpour for months. Nice. Had to beg for a lift home and back to work on Friday. To make matters worse, I cracked a tooth on an onion ring that night. “How?” I hear you ask. Well, it’s easy when you burn your dinner because you’re so busy trying to hassle your insurance company to send the documents they forgot to send earlier this year, so you can tax your car.

All of which adds up to a mighty “Nyaaaaargh!” So, this last week is probably best chalked up to experience. Move on.

In that spirit, I’ve been working hard on one of my projects today, and I intend to get even more done tomorrow. It’s quite therapeutic in a way, losing yourself in drawing. Off to see Radiohead at Lancashire Cricket Ground tomorrow too, which is the perfect end to the week. Maybe this week has been trying to balance out the fun I’ll have tomorrow night? If so, it can forget trying that kinda stunt again.

Did a warm-up (well, 2 hours, but I got carried away) today, and it’s turned into one of my favourite bean men images yet. Appropriate, too. Mr. Thor himself!