I woke up at the sort of
time I usually do for work, then realised I won't have to show up
there for a week so tried to get back to sleep. Amazingly I nodded
off only to be woken by the phone shortly after 7am. An extremely
accented voice was worrying me about "my windows computer am
sending the messages virus".
We had someone else from
New Dehli asking me to do a llifestyle questionnaire after 10pm last
Monday. I've tried all the recommended ways to get shot of these
nuisance phone calls. There is only one option left open to me. I
shall pull the phone's plug. If anyone wants to get hold of me I have
a mobile phone on which I can be phoned, texted, IM-ed and emailed.
I shan't be bothering with the landline any more.
I popped the lead onto
"Furry Face TM" and we scrounged a
lift with "er indoors TM" to her
work. It is a good place to start a dog walk; from there we have an
hour's walk home and a choice of routes home. We went via the golf
course (for a geo-reason) then home via the Warren and
(eventually) Viccie Park where my dog made a point of bullying
another small dog. He got told off about that.
Once home I then popped
up to town. I nearly forgot I've got the roof-box on the car; I
nearly bashed it off. I remembered in the nick of time and instead
went to a car park which I *could* get into. I then went to
the mobile phone shop to collect my free charger (they are giving
them away) and I also went to the town centre Tesco to stock up
on beer for the weekend.
My piss didn't actually
boil, but it did simmer a lttle.
I asked the woman if she
had any ale. In a rather disinterested way she waved at a display of
lagers and ciders. So I asked if she had any beers that weren't
lagers or ciders. She looked at me as though I was talking a foreign
language, and then looked at the lagers and ciders as though she'd
never seen them before. I asked her if she or anyone in the shop knew
the difference between ale, lager and cider. She looked as though she
was about to cry, clearly not having a clue how to answer the
question.
So I drove to the
out-of-town Tesco and stocked up.
Once home I mowed the
lawn and then got a few more bits out of the shed ready to load into
the car. The Rear Admiral arrived to help with the fetching and
carrying and soon the car was loaded up. I then popped round to
Sweatman's Mowers to get more calor gas; narrowly avooiding being run
off the road by some twit driving a Roalco van. I've mentioned
before that if people are going to drive stupidly or dangerously it
is best not to do so in the works van.
With gas bought I came
home to find I couldn't park anywhere near the house. So I parked
down the road, walked home and watched an episode of fan-made Star
Trek whilst scoffing a sandwich. I surprised myself by not falling
asleep, and then packed my clothes for the weekend.
By now it was gone 5pm. I
treated myself to a Magnum from the shop over the road and put the
telly on. In the late afternoon there is often episodes of "Upstairs
Downstairs" on the ITV Encore channel. There was today; Mr
Hudson was shocked that Rose was thinking about marrying Gregory. Hr
Hudson didn't like Gregory much. Personally I quite liked him, but
having seen every episode of "Upstairs Downstairs" a
dozen times I know that Gregory goes on to get shot in the
Dardanelles.
Over a rather good bit of
dinner we watched the last episode of the first season of
"Yonderland"; roll on season two next week....
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