As
I had my morning ablutions there was uproar in the kitchen as “er indoors TM”
caught Morgan red-handed (red-pawed?) chewing the new kitchen door. She
wasn’t amused; either at Morgan, or at me for laughing.
I
had my usual root around the Internet, and was amazed at a comment on a photo
of me taken yesterday. Someone who has known me for twenty years said that I
never seen to age… I’m not sure if that is good or bad. As time goes on I find
the face in the mirror is looking more and more like my grandad.
There
were also quite a few photos from last night’s Hastings Bonfire; although the
fireworks didn’t go off, the procession and bonfire did, and from photos and
comments from friends and family it would seem that it was only pure luck that
prevented the Old Town from burning down what with all the flaming embers
flying around. Much as I love the bonfire parades (not that I’ve been to one
for years), it can only be a matter of time until there’s a very serious
accident at one of them.
“er indoors TM” did a rather good fry-up (or “frip” as “My
Boy TM” used to call them) for brekkie, and then I got on with
what was supposed to be a lazy day. As I was getting stuff out of the shed
ready to sort the garden so we noticed that the shed fridge wasn’t working
again. Changing the fuse inside (where the cable to the outside plugs in)
didn’t help, so I had a little look at the cable. Not being able to see
anything amiss I got the ladder out and had a look at the bit of cable that
went across the flat roof.
Oh dear…
It
was in a sorry state; half melted and half chewed. Had a seagull or a rat had a
go at it after the really hot summer we had? Whatever the problem, the cable
needed replacing. But replacing it wouldn’t be a straightforward job. Short of
dismantling the new kitchen we’d have to use some of the existing cable and
replace the poggered bit, so I went round to B&Q for some DIY ingredients.
I
knew *exactly* what I needed, so I asked the assistant for *exactly*
what I needed. He said they’d got the stuff, but he wondered if I would prefer
getting a professional electrician to do the job? I said I wouldn’t. He said he
preferred only selling electrical things to professional electricians. Resisting the temptation to point out that I
wasn’t as stupid as he clearly was, I asked why they had the stuff on sale to
the general public if they weren’t prepared to sell the stuff. He had no answer
for that. I suppose I should have told him to stick it and gone to Wickes, but
by then I’d wasted quite enough time.
There
was another idiot on the tills. Having said a very patronising “namaste”
to the Nepalese chap in the queue in front of me, she wasn’t at all happy to
get an “all right?” in response.
I
came home, unplugged the iffy cable, cut it off where it was still good (and
un-melted), connected up ten yards of new cable and stuck on a new socket.
Thirty seconds to type; over an hour to do. And flushed with success I repaired
the water feature cable that Morgan had chewed through a few weeks ago. That
took an hour as well.
I
got out the rake and raked up dead leaves, pulled weeds out from between the
slabs in the front garden hung the little ornament that used to be on the front
of my Dad’s house… After four hours I was knackered.
“er indoors TM” wanted to go into town
to the craft shop… did I fancy a trip? With the dogs all asleep and nothing
else that couldn’t wait, I thought it might be something to do…
I
rarely go into Ashford, and again I confirmed that I was missing nothing.
I
had hoped to have a look at the Lego in the toy shop, but it was closed.
Apparently “The Entertainer” toy shop doesn’t open on a
Sunday
“so staff can spend time with their family and friends”, or so the
religious owner says. For all that people have religious reasons for not
working on Sundays, no one has religious reasons for not needing the police or
the fire brigade or hospitals on Sundays, do they? Do all the staff turn up for
all the hours the shop is open working six days every week? Of course they
don’t. They work some sort of a rota, don’t they? So why not employ a few more
staff and have a rota so that people take turns working on Sundays (like I
do)? Mind you, “The Entertainer” doesn’t stock Harry
Potter
stuff either as this “could attract children towards the occult”…
This is England in the
third decade of the twenty-first century; not some banana-republic in the
middle-ages… isn’t it?
To
console myself I went to the Chili-Time milkshake bar where I treated myself to
a Battenburg and Galaxy chocolate milkshake.
We
had a look in Macknade as I’d heard so much
about it. I’d not been there before… and won’t be going again. It strikes me it
is the sort of place that appeals to people who like spending far too much
money on stuff you can buy far cheaper elsewhere..
Once
home “er indoors TM” took Treacle out for a little Munzee
session. Bearing in mind the puppies were both fast asleep and I was feeling a
tad worn out, she went without us. Within (quite literally) five seconds
the puppies were crying. Actually sobbing inconsolably. They would not settle,
so after five more minutes I got their leads onto them and we walked in the
footsteps of “er indoors TM” capping her scatters (it’s a
Munzee thing).
I
wonder if she noticed.
“er
indoors TM” boiled up a very good bit of dinner which we scoffed
whilst watching more “Lego Masters: Australia”.
Today
was supposed to be something of a lazy day… I’m worn out.
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