It
is no secret that I feel my dog doesn't drink enough. He likes milk
but the vet says it is not good for him, so every evening I fill a
small bowl with water, add enough milk to colour it and he yums it
up.
Last
night as I was preparing his "white water" all the
lights in the house suddenly went out, but the telly stayed on.
Obviously the fuse had gone. After a bit of torch-lit farting about I
replaced the fuse and it promptly blew again. I immediately knew this
was a problem beyond my ability to fix, and I went to bed.
Surprisingly
I slept well, waking seven hours later to find I was hugging my dog
like a teddy bear.
Over
a rather dark brekkie I updated my
blog archive this morning, and got a little cross with social
media. I've ranted before about stupid people. Some people have taken
offence at my rantings. I'm sorry, I don't want to give offence but
are people *seriously* so thick that they do not understand
why Nigel Farage cannot take over as Prime Minister? (or as
"priminister" to quote the thick element)
I
then dug out the "home emergency" insurance details.
I left them for "er indoors TM" in
the hope that we were covered (she's better with "home
emergencies" than I am) and I set off to work.
As
I drove the pundits were discussing the current political climate.
The Labour party remains
in deadlock and the Conservative party is fiddling while Rome
burns. There was a lot of talk about Boris
Johnson's decision not to stand in the election for their next
party leader.
Some
say he's been stabbed in the back by his political opponents. Others
say that he's been cowardly in not facing up to the chaos he has
created. I can't help but wonder if he's been rather clever. Whoever
takes over as Prime Minister will inherit an impossible position. I
suspect that after six months whoever is then Prime Minister (or
"priminister"(!) ) will be forced to resign having been
made the scapegoat for the current political mess. And at that point
Boris will be billed as the saviour of the nation.
Whether
he will actually save the nation or stuff it up even more remains to
be seen...
I
got to work and spent the morning plagued with visions of the entire
house needing rewiring. "er indoors TM"
sent a message at about 10am to say the electrician had arrived, and
had asked when the house electrics were last checked. My heart sank;
but on reflection surely they had a once-over when the loft
conversion was done about twelve years ago? After several messages to
and fro I finally got the news that the fault had been traced to the
light fitting on the upstairs landing. That will need replacing very
soon, and we've got a recommendation to get a new consumer board.
Bearing in mind the old one still has Bakelite fuse holders from
about seventy years ago, I don't think that is an unreasonable
suggestion.
I
wonder how much that will cost?
As
I arrived home my phone beeped. A message from "Daddies
Little Angel TM"; apparently my grandson
"Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM"
has learned a new word. He can now say cake.
I
got home; it is amazing the difference having a light in the toilet
makes. It was rather good to be able to see what I was doing. I then
ran "Furry Face TM" round the
park, programmed "Hannah" for the weekend's planned
extravaganza and was all set to whizz down to Capel for the astro
club's observing evening when I got a message that clouds had stopped
play.
Just
as well that message hadn't come five minutes later...
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