Just as
I was scoffing my toast my phone rang. For some long-winded and tortuous reason
"Daddy’s Little Angel TM" was fifty yards up the
road with no way of getting back to Margate until mid-morning. Was “Dad’s
Taxi” heading in that direction?
As I got
dressed she arrived, and I loaded dogs and daughter into the car. She was full
of talk about McBreakfast in Ramsgate, but fell asleep, and woke up when we got
to the shop. Which was probably for the best. McBreakfast with a wolf-pack in
tow isn’t easily managed.
I
dropped her off and headed to Challock and Kings Wood.
We
arrived at the car park to see some normal people flapping round their car
which had a flat tyre. As I said to them I would have helped if I could, but I
really wouldn’t have the faintest idea what to do. I suggested they phoned
their breakdown insurance cover people or a garage, and I set off into the
woods with the dogs. We didn’t go far. It was getting hotter and hotter, and
Fudge was straggling. When he is on the lead he has no trouble keeping up. When
he is not on the lead he stops and sniffs every five yards, and then runs off
backwards. I don’t like having him on the lead when the other two run free, but
it is getting so that he is either on the lead or he doesn’t come out. (And
he is the one that fusses to come out).
The
people with the flat tyre had gone when we got back to our car. Presumably they
sorted their problem.
We came
home. I pootled in the garden for about ten minutes but it was too hot. So I
came in, and made a phone call.
My piss
had boiled somewhat as I looked at my emails this morning. Over the last few
months I’ve been getting messages from the building society about a chap with a
similar (but not identical) name who lives in the isle of Wight. Last
weekend I was promised that the mix-up had been resolved, but again I got
another email intended for him. I phoned the building society to tell them (again).
I’m sure this chap doesn’t want me knowing his business, and I can’t help but
wonder if the building society have mistakenly emailed anyone else with
information about me.
As I put
the phone down to them the double glazing people phoned. Following some rather
bad experiences in the past I took to using Everest as they are an established
firm. But on June 20th they rather pissed on their chips. The front
door lock was poggered. Everest couldn’t quote a price for fixing it, but they
wanted a minimum of a hundred and forty quid and couldn’t do anything for at
least two weeks. A local chap had the door sorted within the hour. I told them
that they’d had their chance to retain my custom and had blown it. They offered
to fit some windows with forty-five per cent off of their usual price, but had
to admit that this was still far more than what their competitors charge.
Daughter-in-law
sent a message. Did I fancy a holiday in Cyprus next year? It was odd that she
messaged at exactly the same time that I was messaging an ex-colleague who was
in Oslo on his way back from Longyearbyen (in the Arctic circle).
Following
discussions with (getting orders from) "er indoors TM"
I’m told that next year’s holiday is Cyprus. So I had a look at the geocaching
map.
But if
any of my loyal readers have a spare two weeks and a spare four thousand pounds
and fancy a boat trip to the Arctic
Circle,
I’m keen.
I got in
one load of washing and put out another, had a spot of lunch and went to bed
for the afternoon. I didn’t sleep that well. The temperature of over thirty
degrees saw to that. But I managed a couple of hours before getting the laundry
back in.
I looked
at the gardening jobs I wanted to do, but it was still too hot to be outside,
so I watched the last few episodes of “The Last Man on Earth”, There is
a fourth season; I shall watch that at some point.
"er
indoors TM"
will be home soon. Hopefully she’ll do me some dinner then I’m off to the night
shift. I hear the motorway is blocked. Again…
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