2 July 2012 (Monday) - This n That

I had an interesting phone call - Lewisham police station phoned, asked for me by name, and proceeded to ask about my step-son. When I told them I didn't have one they seemed to accept the news, and apologised for disturbing me. I can't help but wonder what that was all about.

After a quick spot of brekkie I went over the astro club’s accounts. It’s always worth doing soon after a club meeting; if only to see how much money we raked in. We raked in quite a bit last Friday, and having made sure it all agreed (to the penny) I trotted up to the bank to put lots of quids into the club's account. I then had a bit of a mooch around the town to see what was new, and on realising that little had changed I came home.

“My Boy ^TM ” came home and gave me a hand getting the compost bin to the tip: it can be a bit wobbly in the car if I go on my own. There was a dodgy five minutes when I forgot I still had the roof box on the car and it hit the height barrier at the tip; but no damage seems to have been done, for which I am grateful. The box is huge – how could I have forgotten it was there?

We then took some bits and bobs from the garden round to the Fudgery, and having retrieved my hammer (which “My Boy ^TM ” had borrowed) I came home and wasted the rest of the afternoon on silly PC games. I had intended to go fishing, but a combination of intermittent rain and no-one to keep me company had put paid to that idea. Which was a shame.

I spent a little while messing with my new phone this evening. I've merged the duplicate entries in my contacts list. I've deleted several contacts I don't want any more. I’ve downloaded an app which tells me how much of my internet usage and calls I’ve still got left. It's told me about picture messages I haven't sent. I’ve downloaded “Angry Birds”. I wonder what other apps might be worth having.

I also played with the voice recognition software. Rather than typing texts, I can now just say what I want as a message, and to whom the message should be sent, and the phone (mostly) does the typing for me. I wonder if I could save time by doing future blog entries that way.

Talking of phones, "Daddies Little Angel ^TM" has dropped hers down the toilet, and an entertaining five minutes was spent packing the thing in rice to dry it out...