So anyway, there I was at work today, singing 'Any Old Iron' as I threw out some expired Ferrous Sulphate, when I came across another love note from India...


It's barely five months since I encountered the mathematical genius of the lovely Supaiya, and already there's another woman on the scene. Admittedly Sangeeta appears to have written her message more than a year ago, but it's a long way from Gandhidham to Brighton. And according to Wikipedia, she lives in a "barren land with snakes and scorpions", so it can't be easy getting to a post box. Let's just hope Rusan Pharma makes anti-venom.

But pen-pals aside, I'm pleased to report that as of lunchtime today, my car is officially in heaven. That's assuming it got through the pearly gates without breaking down. My Mum successfully swapped it for an 'Intent of Destruction Certificate', so that's the last I'll ever see of my little blue Skoda. It's a good job it's appeared in the local paper, otherwise I'd have nothing to remember it by.

In other news, it seems that last week's optical illusion is more famous than I thought. Apparently you can get this on a t-shirt...


Although personally I prefer the one which reads "I'm so adjective, I verb nouns!"