The other day I mentioned that I wasn’t
feeling particularly Christmassy this year. I’m not alone in this – it would
seem that members of the audience in a nativity play have come
to blows. I saw this sort of thing
from time to time back when I was a cub leader – what on Earth possesses
parents to resort to fisticuffs in front of their children?
And then just as I was checking my emails
there was a commotion downstairs. Folkestonians had invaded. Apparently there
was stuff to put on to a key drive. That was nice.
Following on from yesterday’s phone call to
the leccie company, I eventually sorted out my log-in to find that there was no
mention of my gas bill. Just the leccie. So I phoned them back to see what was
going on. I knew it would be a mistake; but after forty minutes of waiting
someone eventually answered my call, and explained to me what I could see on my
screen. She said there was no mention of my gas bill because it wasn’t there (!)
The nice lady has offered to reverse my bill
(!) and it should be sorted in the
morning. Time will tell – it usually does.
Meanwhile in another
plane of reality the Brasso has been removed from the Xmas tree and has
been replaced by some nice presents. One wonders if this is because of Santa’s
little helpers.
Mind you, there’s a skateboard laying around.
And where there’s skateboards, there’s usually trouble…
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