found a ute online that looks exactly like the one i want and started picturing my tools in the back before id even checked the kilometres, which is how you know im a financial genius. sent it to dad and he sent back three questions instead of saying mint, annoying but fair. i keep looking at the photo with the clean seats like clean seats tell you anything about whats under the bonnet. saving the advert for when hes home so we can look properly if its still there, not giving anyone a deposit just because theres a bloke in the comments saying bargain. still reckon white looks better than silver, nobody can spreadsheet me out of that

went down to scarborough after work and just stood in the water till my legs stopped feeling like they were still carrying the nail bag, sand shifting under my feet and cold up past my knees, mint after being in boots all day. i wasnt keen for a proper swim so stayed where i could stand and watched a bloke lose the same thong twice. my shoulders still felt worked but not jammed up round my ears anymore, then getting dressed i found sand everywhere including inside the clean socks id been so proud of remembering. got home absolutely starving and ate before showering, mum reckons the kitchen chair is now part of the beach

dad rang from the mine while i was showing my brother something in the shed and asked what we were making, so i held the phone up and got him to guess. he guessed wrong on purpose i reckon, kept saying birdhouse when it was clearly a little garage for the kids cars. i was stoked just having him there talking rubbish with us, then he had to go and the shed went stupidly quiet even with my brother still banging about. hate that bit of a call, when everyones suddenly busy and youve got nothing else important enough to keep them. i told my brother we could finish it tomorrow and went looking for mum for no real reason