One of the services
offered by parcelforce is that if you have a parcel to be sent, they
will collect it from your house. So "er indoors TM"
arranged for a parcel to be collected from us this morning. I got out
of my pit earlier than I needed to and waited for postie. And waited.
I put on a film to watch whilst I was waiting. I watched the lot. I
watched rubbish on UK Gold. I did some housework. I did the laundry.
I did the ironing. I played games on the computer.
In between this I phoned
parcelforce to see what the delay was. They promised they'd phone me
back. They didn't. So I phoned them again. And again I got passed
from person to person, all of whom took my name and number and
promised to get back to me. Eventually they phoned me back (at
6.30pm) to say they had absolutely no record of me on their
system.
Oh how I laughed.
Whilst we were away at
the weekend we found a dog's T shirt laying about. So I brought it
home, washed it, and thought it would be good for Fudge. When we go
out he does get cold. He's only a small dog and just lately he's been
shivering when we've been out. A T shirt will keep him warm. Having
washed and dried it I tried it on him. I've commented in the past
about how he doesn't like his coat. He doesn't like his T shirt
either. He had a right sulk. You can tell when he sulks because he
stops moving. He just stands still and sulks.
With "er indoors
TM" off bowling this evening, I sat in
front of the telly watching more rubbish on UK Gold. Someone from the
TV company phoned whilst I was slobbing to see if I was aware of
their special Christmas bargains. He was rather stumped when I told
him that having cancelled the sports and movie channels because I
never watched them I was rather loathe to pay good money to have them
back. And then there was an advert on the telly for the perfect
Christmas present - a DVD of edited highlights of the Olympic Games.
I suppose that people must watch that sort of thing or they wouldn't
sell them. But I can't see the attraction.
And during all of this,
the nice people next door clanged their piano and strangled their
violin. I'm not complaining. Far from it - I welcome their noise. It
means I can make all the racket I like with a clear conscience.
I will end today with an
apology. It's no secret that I welcome comments on all of my
witterings. If nothing else it shows people are actually reading what
I write. But I have tweaked the settings. From now on the blog
software will not allow anonymous comments. If you want to comment
on anything I've written you will need a Google account to do so.
They are easy enough to set up, and they are free. If this is a
problem for anyone, then I apologize. But the amount of spam comments
that I am getting from people trying to flog their wares has reached
epic proportions. So if anyone wants to comment on what I write,
that's fine. But they can't do it quite as anonymously as they used
to any more.
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