Well, here I am at nearly 1.30 in the morning, once again unable to get to sleep despite the fact that for a change I actually feel tired. I supose it's officially Wednesday now so I should start with what I did yesterday (meaning Tuesday) although I have always been of the opinion that until I go to bed and then wake up again it's not another day so as far as I'm concerned it's still Tuesday so it's what I did today (of course this way of reconing does mean that it's probably not Tuesday anyway, after all I've spent many a night with no sleep at all, especially when I was younger and speeding a lot of the time), but enough of that crap.

Tuesday: It started off ok I suppose, didn't get to sleep until about 3am again and then woke up at 8, had a shower and got dressed. I had to go out because I was one of the team of people sending out postal voteing forms for the council. It's pretty good, a few hours (5 in all) doing mindless repetative work and you get paid for it, still at least it gets me out of the house for a while (I'm also doing the opening of postal votes on Friday, so another day out for me). Got back home, ate and started feeling very tired, which makes a change. I talked to Niki tonight on the phone, hopefully I might be going to see her tomorrow (that's Wednesday) but I'm not sure yet (I have a doctors appointment in the morning and the central heating people coming in the afternoon so it depends on what they say, after they have sucked in a sharp breath between gritted teeth and shaken their heads a few times and said something like "You 'ad sum rite cowboys doin' this mate") and if I do I'll be staying there and coming back home on Thursday night, which will be nice.

Ok, so this is what happens to my mind when I have far too much time and bugger all to do with it. I found myself allowing my thoughts to wonder off where ever they wanted to go and started thinking about take-away deliveries. When and where did they start? I can remember having dinner from the chip show every Friday (well almost) when I was a kid, but we went to get it. I can remember going to Wimpey and getting cheeseburger and chips to take-away when I was at school. I can remember going to the Chinese or Indian after leaving the pub when I first started drinking in them. I can't remember seeing or having any kind of take-away delivered much before the start of the 90's. What I started wondering was where was the first take-away in England that did deliveries? and how did they establish the service? I mean I think that my mum and dad would have seen such a service as something quite alien to their upbringing, the idea of my mum buying food without being able to see what she was buying or where and by whom it was prepared would have been unthinkable, so how did they get it established? Although having said that I know that a lot of shops, especially in rural areas have been doing deliveries for many years, so maybe it was just an extension of that.

I have no idea why I was thinking about this or what I was doing at the time that might have lead to it, but hey, that's just the way my mind works.

Well, I suppose I should try to get some kind of sleep as I've got to go to the doctors in the morning, see y'all