They are cooked in a tandoor oven so not surprising they aren't as typical as other breads made in pans.

Dunno if its the cooldown from the recent spell of hot weather but anything that can creak and crack in this house is creaking and cracking tonight.

I thought I'd dealt with them already.

Get gloves.

Au contraire I never draw ungloved

Aye I remember my first southside flat near pollokshields west station. Old as fuck windaes, single glaze, and my bedroom had ones with a mad vent in the middle? Had to sleep fully clothes with a sleeping bag as well during the winter.

It was during one of those toasty naps I got rudely awakened and told of hmv going into admin. Nothing but shit memories of that place, despite it being gorgeous to look at.

Our landlords aren't shit as far as I know - they replaced our oven and boiler within a few months, but the agency is shit - see the leaking window saga.

They'd be better off going private but they're busy people I think, so have deferred it to some useless company who make their money off overcharging people for maintenance that they never do.

Seconded. Two years in and we’re still waiting on the garden maintenance they promised us. Doesn’t help that the upstairs neighbours spend every night letting their dug shit all over it without picking up.

Maybe the insects bit your throat.

Those are both worrying possibilities.

Shark or GTech is where it's at mate. Dyson is so 2000s.

Things seem to move so fast but our Shark thing is great, no idea what the model is, but it's blue.

A comedy-stupid situation has unfolded. It's annoying, but i also have to see the funny side. So about a month ago i went on holiday with my mum to Prague for the weekend, which was great. On the last day, as i arrived at collection point for my coach, i found a random Czech ID card/travel pass thing on the floor. It belonged to some random old guy. Actually when i find things like this that dont belong to me- like wallets, bags, glasses etc- i always hand them in, but a combination of being in a rush, tired, and the imminent arrival of my coach meant that on this occasion it just stayed in my pocket. It didnt occur to me to leave it with the driver. 

Fast forward a week or so, and i decide to treat myself to a new wallet. Actually it was the first wallet i have owned since i was a teenager. I wanted a nice one which would last the years, so i splashed out 60 euros on this handmade leather thing and quickly became quite attached to it. 

That was until last week when- after getting a taxi home after a night out- i somehow forgot my wallet with over 100 euros in the back of the taxi. Much to my relief, it seems the driver handed it in to lost property. Great! Except i cant get my wallet or money back because the only other thing i kept in it at the time was that random Czech guys ID/travel card, and im clearly not the guy in the picture, and neither do i remember his name. 

I dont think there is anything i can do to fix this situation, but with a little luck im at least hoping the taxi operators somehow manage to trace the owner of the ID/travel card and he gets to keep the lot. I like this idea of him losing his ID travel card, only to have it returned to him in a brand new wallet with 100 euros cash.

Excellent.

But is there any way you could maybe get the taxi driver to vouch for you?

That Estonia song from the Eurovision!!  (The operatic one) I cant get it out of my head! Musta listened to it about 15 times today!! Damn you Eurovision and your catchy foreign langidge songs!!!
It remind me of the Diva Plavalaguna track from the 5th Element.