As
I scoffed toast I saw that three Facebook friends had a birthday today. As only
one has made any effort to stay in touch over the last ten years I only sent
out one birthday video. I also saw that pretty much all of the Royal funeral
talk had gone from the Internet.
I
posted on to one of the local Facebook groups asking if anyone could recommend
a plumber to do a couple of small jobs round the house. I’d posted the same
question on another Facebook group over the weekend and the post had been
deleted. I got told that the group I’d posted on wasn’t for that sort of thing.
I’d love to know what sort of thing that group was for as it seems to be rather
moribund.
I
then got on with the business of the day…
When
I drive to work I drive past the tip. Usually I pass it about five minutes
after leaving home. It took me half an hour to get there this morning. I was
the only customer there (if customer is the right word), and with
nothing else to do the tip operative watched me “like a pork” (as “My
Boy TM” used to say), peering into my car to see what I was
getting rid of, and following me to check everything went in the right skip
From
the tip I went to the pond shop at Rolvenden. Yesterday I mentioned the latest
problem with the pond and my idea to fix it. I got new pumps and connectors to
extend the existing hoses. That only cost two hundred and fifty quid…
From
there I went to Dad’s house. It seemed rather odd letting myself in. I picked
up a suit for him to wear; he needs to look smart as the funeral directors can
arrange for people to see the body before the funeral. I got the suit that I
got married in. A few years ago I realised I was far too big for that suit, and
I swapped it with Dad for one of his suits that he was too small to wear any
more.
I
then went to my brother’s and together we went to the solicitor to check that
everything we are doing with his estate is legal. Fortunately it is… mostly. We
need to formally apply for “probate”. Probate is the legal right to deal
with someone's property, money and possessions when they die. Getting probate
will cost money. Personally I think it is a total rip-off. My Dad (and Mum
too) spent good money paying for a will saying what they want to happen
with their property, money and possessions. And now we’ve got to spend more
money getting probate as well. What a con.
By
then it was lunch time so we went for McLunch. The place was absolutely heaving
with children who probably should have been at school. The chap behind the
counter said that they’d never been so busy and blamed their having been closed
for half a day yesterday.
From
McLunch we went to the funeral director’s and made a start on planning the
funeral. I say “made a start”; Dad had already paid for it and left
instructions for much of it. So what could have taken hours was all done in
half an hour.
I
came home, and took the dogs to the walk for what must have been Morgan’s
worst-behaved walk ever. We got to the woods where I opened the boot, and he
jumped quicker than I could catch him. It was ten minutes before he came close
enough for me to get the lead off of him.
He
vanished (with Bailey as partner-in-crime) in the deepest part of the
wood for ten minutes.
As
we came round the loop at the top of the wood he vanished, and was captured (on
the road!) by a fellow dog-walker on her way home,
I
shall plan a route round the woods that doesn’t go anywhere near that road…
“er indoors TM” boiled up a decent bit
of scran which we scoffed whilst watching “Derry Girls”, and I then
spent a very frustrating half hour on the parcelforce website. Whilst I was
going here and there “er indoors TM” heard the dogs barking
at the door and had found a “we tried to deliver your parcel” note. As
is always the case, “we tried to deliver your parcel” meant that the
delivery chap had come to the door and put a note through the door.
I’ve asked for the
parcel to be redelivered on Thursday. If we get another note the parcel can go
back to the sender and I will make a special journey to a shop to buy the thing
directly. I’m fast going off of the idea of on-line shopping; it only works *if*
the delivery people actually make an effort to deliver what you are buying.
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