Over brekkie as I peered into the murky depths of the Internet I saw I had a friend request on Facebook from Jacey Rameen Prabhnoor. He, she or it had sent an accompanying message to tell me that he, she or it was a prostitute from United Kingdom dropbox masturbation videos, and the message also included a link which I decided against opening. I considered posting a screenshot on my Facebook wall to take the piss, but the Facebook feds don’t like me doing that. Much as I do like the services I get (for free) from Facebook, it strikes me as odd that other people can openly advertise their prostitution business, child pornography and animal cruelty websites. But when you complain to Facebook about it, you get the formal warning.
I also had an email. I’d finally got a gas and electricity bill. Having spent months trying to get it sorted, the nice people at the power company have decided that my monthly payments were about right all along.
Bearing in mind how muddy the woods were yesterday, and also bearing in mind that Fudge is being sick a lot I thought we might have a little walk at Great Chart before dog brekkie (rather than having another car boot full of dog sick). I pressed the button to unlock the car… and nothing happened.
We walked the dogs round the block.
While I waited for the breakdown people to arrive I had a little look at the Internet . Having given me a gas and electricity bill, the power company had also told me my annual power consumption. Howling “Go Compare” like a banshee I called up the U-Switch website(!) After five minutes I saw that I could save forty-five quid a month by leaving EDF and getting my gas and leccie from Scottish Power. Bearing in mind the gas still comes though the same pipes and the leccie still comes down the same cables I’m a tad puzzled at how it works, but forty-five quid is forty-five quid.
To be fair to the bunch I’m with, I sent them a message to offer them the opportunity to match that price.
I then looked at the monthly accounts as today was pay day. They could be a whole lot worse, but to be fair they weren’t as bad as they might have been…. Or they weren’t at ten o’clock this morning.
With accounts done but still no sign of the breakdown people I played Lego for a bit. I rummaged in my spares box and put together a Formula 1 racing car. It isn’t a perfect model, but it does it for me. Just as I was finishing so my phone rang. The nice breakdown man had just finished a job in Ham Street and was on his way.
He gave my car a good going over. I explained how the thing has been doing random beeping recently, and he told me that might be connected with the fact that the battery has had it. Or it might not be. Either way the battery was kaput and I needed a new one anyway. Fortunately the nice man carried spares. Unfortunately he wasn’t giving them away.
Equipped with a new battery I went back up to the attic room and caried on rummaging in my spares box and came up with a fair copy of a Lego brick yard from forty-five years ago. I then rearranged my Lego world to make space for the brick yard, and made another video of it.
By then it was time to take Fudge to the vet. I drove down to see if my car would make any random beeping noises. We arrived; we went in pretty much straight away. The vet seemed quite concerned about how much weight Fudge has lost and how quickly. She had several ideas as to what the problem might be, but in order to be sure she needed the results of blood tests.
Fudge was as good as gold as she carried him away to where they took the blood. And she didn’t hang about; Fudge was back with me in less than five minutes (and she’d given him an anti-emetic injection too).
As we drove home I reflected on how (only six hours previously) I had been reasonably well off this morning. But by late afternoon that was four hundred and fifty quid ago.
We hadn’t been home that long when the vet phoned. Fudge would seem to have pancreatitis which has aggravated his ongoing kidney problems. Both his calcium and phosphorus levels are high, and he is booked in for a day in dog hospital tomorrow.
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