Busy day today. Saturday morning footie, exam prep, and preliminary investigations into just what on earth we've been storing in our loft for the last year 8 years. Cute stuff mainly, but it's all got to go. In fact, it's not just the loft, I've been thinning out our book collection this week. 1 bootful to the library, who were a bit sniffy, and 2 bootfuls to the charity shop, who weren't. It's quite cathartic (I'd better check that in a sec, make sure it means what I think).

I had an interesting conversation today, whilst covered in grease and rust and rubber (rear puncture on the folder, before you ask). It went like this
"So can we talk about adopting a panda tonight?"
"Oh, ok. Why do you think we should adopt a panda?"
"Well, they're going extinct, and we need to save them, because they're great, dur!"
"Yep, they are great, but are you sure that sending some money to someone will help them? I mean, how will we be sure that they really are looking after the panda?"
"But we want to adopt one, not send someone some money. We'll be looking after it ourselves, dur!"
"Ah, I think we need to have a little chat..."