With no tip runs or car services on the itinerary I had planned a bit of a lie-in. I stayed in bed until eight o’clock laying there with the most intense headache which went five minutes after I’d got up.
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. There were a lot of comments on the photo album I’d posted to Facebook on Sunday. Having gone two days with no one having commented, I thought something was odd… So last night I had a look and I learned something. If you create an album of photos or pictures on Facebook and have someone else contribute to that album as well, Facebook automatically sets that album so that only you and the other contributor can see it. If you want it to be visible to everyone you have to go into the settings yourself. I didn’t know that.
I also saw something on Facebook which made me think. Last October I had a little rant about a pub in one of the villages just outside Ashford which had been given a quarter of a million quid of taxpayer’s money to re-open. Today people in that village were whinging about what a shame it was that their village pub was closed. Is it still closed? People claiming to live near the pub maintained it was still closed. How long does it take to re-open a pub? From their Facebook group it seems the pub is now periodically operating out of the local village hall?
Interestingly when I had my little rant last October I’d seen photos of my local MP who was posing for the camera together with the people supposedly re-opening the pub. By co-incidence his constituency office shares the same post code as this pub.
I took Treacle for a little walk up to the park where she kept her distance from everyone and everything (as she does), and then went on a little shopping spree. I’d got a voucher for Matalan offering me twenty per cent off the bill if I spent more than thirty quid with them. I had a little look around and realised there wasn’t a single thing there that I wanted. I wonder how many people spend thirty quid on stuff they don’t want just to get the discount.
I then went on to Tesco for this and that. Tesco was dull; it usually is.
I came home to find postie had been and had delivered the deeds to the house. The building society doesn’t want them any more now that the mortgage is paid off, and (apparently) the actual paper deeds are worthless as they official ones are now the electronic copies held by the Land Registry.
One lives and learns.
I had a little look at the deeds over a cuppa… they were on the dull side. I’m not sure what I was expecting from them, but I had been expecting more.
And
then I started wondering about vet insurance for the
puppies. Fudge
was insured, but the policy I bought was changed by the company after I bought
it so that any condition that he had was only covered by their policy for a
year after diagnosis. So toward the end I was paying seventy quid a month and
pretty much nothing was covered any more as he’d had all sorts of things
diagnosed in the past.
Can any of my loyal readers recommend a pet insurer who actually pays
up? Or would I be better off putting
money aside into an account of my own and keeping the money myself just in
case?
I then had something of a lazy day. I watched some episodes of “Four In A Bed” in which one chap proudly boasted of how all his cooking skills were self-taught, and then had the right hump when it turned out he was rubbish at cooking. The contestants in this show do make me laugh – they go on national television with a golden opportunity to advertise their business, and so many of them do little more than piss on their chips.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a rather good bit of carrot soup which we scoffed whilst watching another episode of “Lego Masters: USA” which was rather good. The contestants had to make particularly good scenes featuring Lego superheroes which then got blown up (the scenes, not the superheroes). Rather appropriate as the host of the show is the chap who voiced Lego Batman in “The Lego Batman Movie”.
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