Bin collection on a Thursday.

It's official; i am definately killing myself before i reach OAP-status.
Walking to college today; i looked on as a group of men emptied the bins that are left out for collection and watched on as every single OAP possible that appeared to live on this road rushed out the minute their's had been emptied to bring it in.
It appears hitting old age renders you so unfufilled that Thursday is a great day of the week. You get up to bring the bin in. Wait all week to surface and race to get your bin inside first.

I'd rather work into an early grave than get my kicks out of saving coppers and playing vigilante at my living room window.

My driving instructor sounds just like Noel Edmunds.
My luck has also frozen officially.
Ill, crippled alone and currently recovering from a panic attack brought on by my arachnaphobia. Maybe i should embrace suicide a bit earlier than expected in my pre-oap stretch.. or just piss and moan until everyone has heard about it.
Jeremy Beadle why did you have to die?

'I've made this bed now i can't fall asleep in it'