Heya. Ransy's going to Vegas on Saturday.. Alas..

Went to Kew Gardens today. My sister picked up an enourmas rock and insisted that we bring it home. I suggested she make it a pet rock. Now me and all my sisters have pet rocks. Mine's painted orange with black stripes and named "Tiger"

Who woulda thought a 60s fad could be so fun??

On the way back these 12 year olds who always spit at me when I walk past me were trying to steal a bike, and this guy .. huge muscly black guy.. charged at her and knocked her flying. My mum insisted on checking if she was okay. Frankly I don't care if she was, but the guy was out of order.

She was crying. I have to admit that gave me a tinge of satisfaction.>