It wasn’t as cold as it has been recently when I got up
this morning. It never used to be cold before we had the loft conversion done.
For all that the extra space is useful, the loft conversion was something of a
disaster. The chap who did it walked away half-way through the job, and it
turned out that he walked away from many other jobs too. From what I can work
out he only ever finished one, and that was the loft of the friend who
recommended him. I looked him up on the Internet this morning… he’s still in
business. Can you believe it? He’s spent years talking people’s money, having
himself declared bankrupt, then starting up again and it’s all perfectly legal.
I suppose I could go poke a dog turd through his letter box…
There wasn’t an awful lot else happening on the Internet
this morning really. There was some whinging about the poor quality of careers advice at
schools. This is hardly news though, is it? I can remember the
careers advice at the Hastings Academy for Budding Geniuses from back in the
day. The official position was that if you didn’t intend going to university
then you had no business being in that school. The failures who didn’t go to
university (and they were clearly seen as failures) were pointed to jobs
in banking or as army officers.
As I fiddled about, Steve was on the radio. The “Guess
the Lyrics” competition “I got a funny feeling when she walked in the
room”. No? – “Oh What A Night” by the Four Seasons.
Steve’s weather forecast was interesting. He read out that
the morning would be good, then commented about how grim it looked out the
window. He did say it would be dry this morning, and if I can’t trust him, who
can I trust?
With “er indoors TM” off to
craft club I took the dogs round to Repton and Dog Club. It was cold, but Stave
had said it would be dry, and he was right. We started off with a minor issue –
there was three quarters of a dead hawk on the field… if we’d left it there the
dogs would have had it, so with no better suggestions being forthcoming I
suggested we chucked it on the toolshed roof. It’s probably still there.
The dogs had a great time; despite the cold there were
about fifteen dogs along. There was a minor issue when little Bailey got
trampled by the bigger dogs; she found herself in their way as they played
chase. She did scream rather loudly, and the screaming continued long after the
bigger dogs had charged off. I was rather worried that she’d been hurt, but she
soon calmed. There didn’t seem to be any obvious harm done; I think she was
frightened rather than hurt.
As we drove home I got the Mystery Year competition on the
radio right… When did Princess Anne get divorced and Frankie Howerd die? 1992.
Once home I put my trousers into wash. Trousers get very
filthy at Dog Club. I counted up the Dog Club takings, and had a look at the
geo-map before making myself a cuppa and watching a couple of episodes of “The
Witcher” until my delivery arrived.
It wasn’t cheap, but I’d been putting a bit aside over the
last month or so and waiting for the Black Friday deals. On Thursday seeing the
price was reduced by over a hundred quid, I ordered us a small Infinity table.
I sparked it up, and it immediately wanted to update its software. It wouldn’t
(couldn’t) do anything until it had got that done, so I spent a couple
of hours trying to connect it to the Internet until “er indoors TM” came
home. She spent an hour trying as well. Bearing in mind Chris had managed it
with his I begged help.
Chris was a star – he popped round and after a couple of
hours fiddling about he established that our Sky router appears on the networks
as the Sky router, but is actually transmitting internet things at two
different frequencies. We got round this by connecting it via a mobile hot-spot
from my phone. The thing still can only connect to the Internet via my phone,
but we’ve got a fix for now. We can sort it properly later – we can’t be the
only people with an Infinity table who use Sky.
We had a quick bit of dinner, then spent the evening
playing with the new Infinity table. We’ve downloaded quite a few games. Old
favourites like “Game of Life”, “Sorry” and “Trivial Pursuit”,
and we’ve tried some new ones. “Trouble” is basically the old 70s
favourite “Frustration” and “Tilez” is “Blokus”.
As we played we had a bag of pretzels that went out of date
a month ago… or that is we opened the bag. Treacle had far too many of them,
and is now farting.
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