The
plan for the morning was a quick brekkie then to take the dogs to Kings Wood.
But the rain was the heaviest I’ve ever seen it, so that plan got abandoned
pretty quickly.
I
made toast and tried to have a look at the Internet, but sadly the Firefox
browser had updated itself overnight, rendering it utterly unusable. This seems
to be a feature of pretty much every upgrade I have ever seen on my laptop. I
do wish IT people would leave things alone.
Eventually
the thing got working; the Internet was much as it ever was. Squabbles and
trivia abounded. There was quite a bit of consternation being expressed about
road works not a million miles from work in which one bunch of contractors had
the road up and were diverting traffic into a road which had been closed by
another bunch of contractors. Is there *really* no overall control of
the traffic in Kent?
I
then spent what seemed to be an age using the bank’s app on my phone to pay two
cheques into my account. It was probably easier that going into the bank, but
only because the local branch is utterly automated and consequently f… all use
to man nor beast (to coin a phrase).
During
a lull in the rain I marched the dogs round the block, and then into the garden
to do their thing. I was rather disturbed to see that since the weekend the
pond level had dropped by about eight inches so I turned the filters off.
Having spent about two hundred quid landscaping a new cascade I’m fast coming
to the conclusion that the new bit must be the cause of the ongoing water loss.
When
I get a minute I shall disassemble it and have a major re-think.
I
then settled the dogs and went out for the morning. Inspired by the house down
the road I got a few Christmas pressies then drove down the motorway (through
torrential rain) to see the Folkestone branch of the tribe. “Daddy’s
Little Angel TM” was having a driving lesson and I was on
babysitting duty. Much as I love the littluns, I must admit I was a bit nervous
about the idea; previous attempts have been rather fraught. But the littluns
were as good as gold. “Darcie Waa Waa TM” fell fast asleep
laying on my chest, and with her on top of me and Pogo curled up next to me, we
watched “Stormageddon – Bringer of Destruction TM” showing us
how to play the X-Box. He started off with some shoot-em-up game
featuring some impractically epically-chested character. After ten minutes of
that he brought up the “Goat Simulator” in which “Smashy the Goat”
wreaked havoc in a virtual city; I can only describe it as the ungulate version
of “Grand Theft Auto”. After that was a few minutes in Minecraft, and we
ended up in a rather good game in which we had to puzzle-solve our way through
a virtual world.
Must
find out what that last game was called…
I
came home with a naïve idea of taking the dogs out again, but the rain had come
back (with a vengeance), so I fussed them a bit, then took myself off to
bed where I dozed fitfully for a couple of hours.
I
was woken by a phone call from someone claiming to be acting on behalf of a
bunch of solicitors who were sorting out the gas and leccie bills of Dad’s
house. They wanted me to make a final payment of half the amount that I
actually paid to British Gas on Monday. They told me they weren’t trying to
scam the bereaved… I told them that they would say that, wouldn’t they?
They
assure me that they will get back to British Gas and let me know the outcome in
writing. I wonder if they will?
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