I was sleeping like a log when the bin men came crashing up
the road. I wish they would crash quieter. Over brekkie I had a look at the
internet and was rather pleased to see that the WhereYougo app is being
revived. It is one of a very few ways of playing Wherigo, and without it
Wherigo will probably croak. I’ve volunteered to be a beta-tester.
Mind you if you don’t go Wherigo-ing it is probably a
matter of the utmost indifference.
With no emails of note I got the dog on their leads and we
went for a walk.
I did have a vague plan to go for the First to Find on a
geocache in Kings Wood, but didn’t want to get the dogs too grubby so we went
round the park. In retrospect we might as well have gone to Kings Wood; after
yesterday’s rain everywhere was waterlogged and the dogs were loving running
through the puddles and wet grass. The area by the fountain was knee deep in
water; I know that as some idiot schoolboy tried to cycle through and fell in.
I’d just taken a photo of the flood; getting my camera out again would have
been just a bit *too* obvious.
As we walked I was having Pogo and Treacle stop and sit
every time we came to cross a road. Several people commented on how
well-behaved they were. I’m not sure who was more impressed with those two
today, the normal people or me.
We came home; I programmed “Hannah”
for tomorrow, settled the dogs, and seeing the weather was far better than
yesterday I set off on a little adventure. Firstly I went to get some petrol.
Bearing in mind I am on a diet, with superhuman willpower I didn't buy any
sweeties. As I drove to Pembury "Women's Hour" was on the
radio. Against my better judgement I listened to the show. Some vicious
harridan was ranting that white men are responsible for all the racism and
sexism in the world purely because they are white men. And people like me
trying to say that they aren't racist or sexist are just making matters worse.
She seemed to think that the world would be a better place if people like me
just admitted to being sexist racists. When challenged about this, this silly
woman just ranted that this was the way of things.
One lives and learns.
I stopped off of the way to work for a
little Munzee adventure. I scanned bar codes like a thing possessed and came
back to my car to get a shock. The back window was smashed.
I don't think it was vandalism; I'd not
walked far from the car and no one else had been about. There was broken glass
both inside and outside the car, and the window was broken at both ends. I
think it just shattered somehow. Old age, perhaps?
An annoyance, but it was when I phoned
the insurance people that my piss boiled. The breakdown people said it wasn't a
breakdown issue; I had to phone the insurance people directly. OK - fair
enough. But as I was trying to phone the insurance people so the breakdown
people phoned me back to remind me that they weren't coming and that I should phone
the insurance people. I thanked them for repeating themselves and tried to
phone the insurance people again. I was again interrupted by the breakdown
people who wanted to be sure that I knew they weren't coming.
When the breakdown people phoned me to
repeat themselves for the fourth time I was rather rude to them...
I tried to phone the insurance people...
I got nowhere. By now over an hour had passed so I phoned the window repair
people. They don't do roadside repairs and suggested I went to their nearest
branch.
So I punched out as much of the broken
glass as I could and drove to the nearest window repair place. They told me
that they didn't have the right part in stock, they were busy, how would two
weeks on Monday suit me? I told them the trouble I'd had; when they heard the
word "insurance" they changed their tune. If I could quote a
policy number, they could fix it there and then...
They eventually gave me a plastic sheet
with which I bodged a temporary repair and I drove in to work from where I
phoned the insurance people, got straight through, and made an appointment for
a fix next week when the nice man will come to the house and do a roadside
repair. If it isn't raining...
Work was work; it took my mind off of the broken window. I
did my bit.
Amazingly the bodged repair held all the way home. I’ve
reinforced the bodge with a plastic bag to make it waterproof overnight, and I’ve
got a plan for making it even better tomorrow…
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