God. I’m knackered. I’ve been

God. I’m knackered. I’ve been out of the office all day, delivering and collecting plants. Hence, no blogging. And I’m too tired now, so this is all you’re going to get today.
But I’ll leave you this thought to ponder – why do male (mostly) drivers always let blondes in convertible cars pull out in front of them? I’ve been known to do that myself, but have never gained any favour, monetary, sexual or otherwise, from doing so. So why bother? You tell me.