I had a rather traumatic
dream last night in which (at very short notice) certain
denizens of Queen Street staged a pantomime. The box office of this
panomime took a *lot* of money with which I had been asked to deal. I
spent most of the night carrying piles of assorted coinage and notes
with absolutely no idea what I was supposed to be doing with it.
I woke feeling more tired
than when I went to bed. I got up to find "Furry Face TM"
fast asleep on the sofa. He didn't stir at all as I came down; and I
got just the smallest wag of his tail when I stroked him. He too
seemed to have had a bad night.
Over brekkie my piss
boiled. After one bright day yesterday the storms had returned with a
vengeance. The Prime
Minister was whinging that the insurance companies hadn't done
enough for victims the current floods.
And victims
of floods nearby were complaining to the Prime Minister that not
eniugh had been done. Why bother? What do they honestly expect from a
Conservative Prime Minister?
It is at times like this
that the stupidity of the general public wind me up. Leaving aside
the blatent opportunism of the Dribbling Democraps, the UK's
political arena is one in which the electorate has two choices: a
strong controlling government which sticks its nose in everything, or
a weak laid back government which does nothing but lets industries
and privitised companies do it for them (whilst profiteering).
Vicitms of floods are
finding out the (very) hard way that socialism isn't always as
black as it's painted.
Normally
when not working I take "Furry
Face TM"
for a walk almost immediately after breakfast. But not today. The
dishwasher was being delivered. We had a message; a reminder that it
was being delivered between 7am and 10:59am (rather
precise!)
so I stayed in and waited. My little dog didn;t understand and he got
rather fractious as we waited. And waited. I had a phone call shortly
after 10am to say they would be along in twenty minutes time.
Eventually they arrived
shortly before mid day. They announced that they wouldn't take the
old one away (which
we'd paid for them to do),
that they wouldn't plumb in the new one (which
we'd paid for them to do)
and that the new one wouldn't fit anyway (which
it didn't).
They
suggested that they might take the dishwasher away with them, and
that we should argue it out with Currys in the morning. They also
gave us the warning that Currys are a bunch of idiots who don't know
what they are doing anyway.
Filled
with confidence with sales and delivery teams I think the best thing
we can do is get a refund and go to another company.
We
eventually got our walk round the park rather later than usual. Much
of the park was flooded. At one pount I lost my dog. I found him
stranded on a grassy outcrop. Normally just a little patch of high
ground, today it was an island in a swamp. Two of our usual paths
were completely blocked with floodwater, and the river looked very
high so we gave up on the idea of a long walk.
Once
home I did the Hoovering (with
a Dyson)
and then ironed. As I ironed I watched the recent Sky TV adaptation
of the novel "Moonfleet".
"Moonfleet"
was based on a novel I was forced to read in my second year at the
Hastings Academy for Budding Geniuses; and I can remember that book
being awful. Today's TV adaptation wasn't awful; but it was dull. It
went on for two hours and nothing really happened at all.
I
then fell asleeep for much of the rest of the afternoon...
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