Whilst driving my DD to the airport this morning (flying back to London after weekend at home with DH and myself) I was using a slip road onto the motorway when an absolute maniac of a man undertook on the hard shoulder of the slip road and cut in front of me...you all know the type, driver's window down, tattooed arm sticking out, old banger of a car modified beyond all recognition to look sporty. Where are the police when you need them? I'm considering having one of these little cameras fitted on my dashboard. 
Do you always alter your clocks?
Were you more emotionally attached to one parent over the other ?
one programme I never watch - life is too short!!!!