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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Monday 27 August 2007 (Day View)
27.08.2007 – Monday 27 August – Seatbelts & Torx Bits
- • Work, 9 to 5. No one else on level 5.
- • I sit here, nursing my bleeding hand. Did I meet someone in the valley? Or perhaps a little vigilante justice? Or maybe the girlfriend wouldn’t do as she was told? No, I’ve fitted a new rear seatbelt to my car. Some of the highlights included having my torx bit drop out of its holder and fall down a small and inaccessible gap, and working out just how to retract the seatbelt once it’d fully tracted (which is apparently not a word, despite its reverse being one).