It's the bloody hopper again. They might just as well send a couple of motobility scooters round and get us to be very acrobatic on the way home. Lord knows where Doris is going to put her bag of vegetables. The drivers doing well and we're coping, it's the heap with the juddery gearbox. Someone in st johns uniform is handing out sick bags, which is nice. The postman, Pete, is pissed, finished his round early and went to the Falcon. He probably left Dave there propped up in the corner. Well, news on Audrey, just overheard, the last couple of nights, she has been suffering from heavy night sweats and dreading tonight, so is Ernie by the look on his face...shame I've got to get off now, really....