Bearing in mind the
gallon of ale I’d sunk yesterday (and an amaretto chaser) I woke feeling
surprisingly chipper this morning. “er indoors TM” seemed to
be faintly miffed that I wasn’t suffering, but as I told her, hangovers are for
wimps.
I recorded yesterday’s
installment of history then had a look at the Internet. I was quite intrigued
to read about the fire in Hastings
yesterday. As my brother and I had been pub crawling round the old
town, one of the buildings near the station had gone up in flames. We’d had
several messages from concerned family as we’d been drinking, but as we’d
walked to the station so nothing seemed untoward. It would seem the last bit of
tidying up by the fire brigade had been done two minutes before we’d walked
past.
I had an email from the
antivirus company with whom I had a set-to the other night. They “wanted
more information” about my request for a refund and gave me a web link
which just led me through a circle of web pages. So I phoned them and this time
I got through to someone whose phone seemed to be working. However her spoken
English left a lot to be desired and she was clearly reading from a script.
Obviously she didn’t want to give me a refund, but after a little to-ing and
fro-ing I got my money back.
With nothing better to
do with my time today I did some gardening. First of all in the front garden.
Having had a few blasts round with the Bionic Burner I must admit I’m not
impressed with the thing. Three weeks ago I had my first
blast around the front garden with the Bionic Burner. And I’ve had a couple of
goes in the meantime. There’s still as many weeds and grass growing between the
cracks in the paving slabs as ever there was, and despite having bionically
burned them, I’ve still got to get on my hands and knees and pull the things
out, After all is said and done, the Bionic Burner was forty quid down the pan.
After an hour’s burning
and weeding and sweeping, the front garden looked much the same as it ever did,
and I moved into the back garden. I ran out the power cable, got out the
strimmer, and within a second of having turned it on, Morgan appeared from
nowhere, attacked it and had a full-on fight with it. He got marched inside for
the duration of lawn mowing. I then hung out washing, trimmed back the
overgrowth from not-so-nice-next-door’s various plants, cleaned out the
pond filter, and had a look at a non-functioning water feature. I took the
thing apart, cleaned it all out… and then realized that it worked fine *if*
I actually plugged it in. Ho hum…
Pausing only briefly to
install the new toilet seat I then got the washing in, ran round with the
watering can and had a look at my Monkey Puzzle tree. I’m quite pleased with my
Monkey Puzzle tree; “er indoors TM” got it for me one wet
bank holiday eight years ago. I set it up with a Facebook page and apart
from occasional re-pottings left it pretty much to its own devices. It is now
about five feet tall.
And then I realized I’d
been on the go for over four hours
As the dogs scrapped I
sat down and read my Kindle for a bit, then nodded off underneath a pile of
dogs (who had worn themselves out) whilst “er indoors TM”
boiled up a very good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching more “Star
Trek: Strange New Worlds”.
I feel absolutely worn
out… I shall just check out the new toilet seat, and provided I don’t have to
take it all apart and start again I’m thinking of having an early night.
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