I didn’t get out of my pit until nine o’clock this morning.
Something of a result. I made toast and had a look on-line. In the Ashford
Facebook group people were grumbling about energy prices. As the grumbles went
on one thing became very apparent. Your energy bill is less to do with how much
you use and all to do with who you pay. People using seemingly the same amount
of power were paying wildly different amounts. I can’t understand the entire
power market thing. If I change my supplier I pay a different amount of money,
but it is exactly the same gas and leccie which I am using.
In the same group someone else was telling the world that
she’d lost her air-pods and had tracked them down to a particular house in
Quantock Drive. Having posted pictures of where her phone said the things were,
and having accused the people in that house of having stolen them, she was
rather miffed to be told that the GPS accuracy was no better than a hundred
feet and it could be in any one of a dozen houses. She was even more miffed to
be told she might get sued for defamation of character for making such public
accusations.
I had an email from Credit Karma who said I’d hit a
milestone in my credit journey because I’d paid down my credit card every month
for the last six months. I’ve actually paid it down every month for as long as
I’ve had a credit card (forty-odd years). It bothers me how much these
people know about my financial dealings. I’ve asked the bank how these people
know supposedly confidential financial information, and the bank claim that
these credit agencies have access to everyone’s business.
We drove out to Cranbrook where we thought we might tire
the dogs walking the Ad-Lab geocache series. We had a good walk. We found a
multi-cache whilst we were at it and also identified a problem with the nearby Church
Micro. As we walked back to the car we found ourselves walking past Larkins Alehouse. From the outside
it looked rather quiet, but we went in to find a wonderful pub. The place welcomed
dogs, and had a rather good beer selection, and was filled with the most welcoming
people. We sat and chatted with a rather friendly couple who also had dogs, and
as we chatted I got through two pints of a rather
good porter.
From Cranbrook it was a short hop to Hawkhurst and the Royal
Oak where we met up with family and had a very good Sunday roast. “er
indoors TM” and I had an entire roast chicken between
us to say nothing of far too many vegetables. The dogs certainly didn’t go
hungry. The dessert menu was equally good. They had Larkins ale on the hand
pump and things got rather vague as the afternoon wore on.
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