Stuff Michael Meeks is doing

Fine breakfast, off to the local church: service times altered for this day only, bother. Back to play pool with the children, out again to a local Elim church - spent the service in the creche: hmm.
Back, Father arrived, lunch, wandered the gardens, around the lakelet, visited a fine boating lake outside the grounds with a remote controlled Owl & Pussycat rowing themselves around: neat.
More wandering, lugging an increasingly heavy Myriam, packed the car, and everyone into it - drove home uneventfully.
Staggeringly appalled by the quality of language in a recent 3+ page Toyota Economist advert: as a (fairly happy) Toyota owner, I've been brainwashed into believing this culture of quality message. Unfortunately they then took out a (hugely expensive) multi-page advert in the Economist, to celebrate their (impressive) milestone of having sold 1 million Hybrid cars (great), but apparently didn't bother getting a native English speaker to skim the text. So, we have a magazine filled with incredibly crisp & elegant prose, with this giant linguistic wart in the middle, badged 'Toyota' - and of disappointingly low quality, (though I make no claims for my own grammer or spelling). Still, I guess it's better to have the quality in the car, rather than in the marketing department. Bed early - dead tired.