Another restless night… if only people and dogs could lie
down and stay put for the night; I don’t spend the night stomping about the
place, falling off the bed and whinging to be helped back up again, do I?
I made toast and had a little look at the Internet. A
Facebook friend was having a birthday today. One of my ex-cub scouts; he’s
thirty-six today. Thirty-six. How did that happen? I can remember giving him a
stern telling off in a field in Ruckinge which only seems to be five years ago
at most. Where did all that time go?
I had emails; both my Credit Karma and Experian scores have
gone up this month. I have no idea why… perhaps buying a year’s worth of house
buildings and contents insurance is a good thing in their eyes? But if so, who
has told them about it? I’ve made a point of telling the bank that they are
absolutely *not* to share my financial information with anyone.
Mind you, I take what these credit agencies say with a
pinch of salt. Credit Karma did suggest I might reduce by energy bills by
eleven quid a month by changing my energy supplier. They suggested I move to
the company with whom I’m actually already with. And Experian have since
emailed asking me about my experience of looking up my credit rating.
I went out to the car and saw that winter had
officially arrived. In my world the first day od winter is the first day that I
find the car covered in ice. I would have scraped it off if I had been able to
find the ice scraper... some cold water did the trick and I got myself a new
scraper from the garage when I paid for petrol.
I got a little wound up in the garage this morning.
They were short-handed with only one person on the tills, and the chap at the
front of the queue was obviously lonely. The petrol stations seem to attract
lonely people in the early mornings, with massive queues of people wanting to
pay forming as the chap at the front chatters on about trivia.
Narrowly avoiding being splattered by a huge lorry as
I tried to get onto the motorway I listened to the blather from the pundits on
the radio. There was a lot of talk about how
hospices are funded. I can remember ranting about
this when my mother was in the hospice. The places are clearly needed,
but about three quarters of their funding comes from charity donations. If ever
there was something that should be funded by the NHS, it is hospices.
And there was also talk about how the law is changing
so that tickets for concerts cannot be bought and then sold on at a massive
profit. It will be illegal to charge more than the ticket's face value. Mind you, the expert
being interviewed said that this new rule would change nothing. People with
tickets for a sold-out concert would still charge extortionate amounts for it
and get it from people who wanted to see those concerts. It's called market
forces.
I got to work and did my bit. Not having been in to
work for a couple of weeks my colleagues hadn't seen the Mo in all its glory.
Everyone was complementary about the thing... and I think people were genuinely
impressed with it. Can't say that I am, but there it is.
Being on the early I finished early, but it was still
getting dark as I came out. I took a little diversion to a nearby carpet shop
to see if they had any lino with a dark rock design. They didn’t. There were
two nice men in the shop who were both very helpful, but both agreed that if I
couldn’t find what I wanted on-line then it probably doesn’t exist. That’s a
pain in the glass…
Another pain in the glass was that as I got home my
car told me that it would like a service. I’ve booked one for next week, but
that’s more expense I could do without.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a very
good cauliflower cheese which we washed down with a birthday pressie bottle of
plonk whilst watching the third episode of “Game
Of Wool”. For a show which is “Bake Off does knitting” it is
rather good. In tonight’s episode the Team GB swimming team modelled knitted
swimwear.
Knitted swimwear – is that a thing?
Meanwhile we’re now over two hundred quid and here’s the
links (again)…
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