As
I scoffed toast there was a rather petty squabble kicking off on one the local
Facebook pages. Someone was posting photos of the early days of one of the
local retail parks. The date 1986 was mentioned and everyone else was claiming
that either they too worked there in that year or they walked their dogs across
the place at that time as the retail park wasn’t built until five years later.
There
was a minor spat on one of the Lego-related pages where someone was trying to
sell something at a ridiculously high price. Having paid way over the going
rate for two of the things, the seller wanted to recoup her losses on one of
them. As she’d paid far too much it was only fair that someone else should do
the same(!)
Why
is life always such an argument? I’ve been asking this for years and the arguments
show no sign of subsiding.
Mind
you the woman who’d bought the Lego does show a sign of our times. Back in the
day if you bought something second-hand you got it cheap *because* it
was second hand. I’ve been looking at lighting for the fish tank (because
the current lighting has had it) and I can get a complete fish tank (bigger
than the current one) for not much more than the price of some of the
second-hand lighting fluorescent systems I saw advertised this morning.
The
rain slackened off somewhat; enough to take the dogs out. Bearing in mind how
filthy the woods would be, we walked round the local roads via Munzee Tree
Houses; if nothing else these geo-location games I play do take us on a guided
walk. But (as always) my idiot magnet was at full power. We nearly got
splatted by an idiot taxi driver who was pulling wheel spins for no apparent
reason. And we only escaped the pissed alcoholic who appeared from seemingly
nowhere and attempted to molest Bailey when she fell (quite literally)
arse over tit (the alcoholic, not Bailey).
It
was a relief to get home.
I watched an episode of
“Stranger Things” then settled the dogs and went round to the garden
centre. The nice lady there sold me an LED light for the fish tank, then I got
some petrol, and made my way to Folkestone where “Daddy’s Little Angel TM”
was off for another driving lesson, and I was to look after the lilttluns. “Stormageddon – Bringer of Destruction TM”
played the goat simulator game in which he was playing an Italian Dinosaur
goat which farted water-melons. After he got bored (as if you could ever get
bored of that!) we watched several Lube-Tube (as he calls it!)
videos about gallium. Gallium looks like
any other metal really, but it melts at thirty degrees Celsius so you can make
all sorts of things out of it, then melt it in your hand. It looks like it
would be rather good fun if it wasn’t so expensive. The stuff is over a quid per gram.
After
an initial grizzle, “Darcie Waa Waa TM” slept for over an
hour and would have slept longer had Pogo not started screaming for absolutely
no reason whatsoever.
After
an hour and a half “Daddy’s Little
Angel TM” returned. The driving lesson had gone well; she has
now experienced the dizzy heights of fourth gear.
I
set off for home and eventually got there. The road works along the A2070 are
frankly ridiculous. So much of the county has been dug up; so little of it
actually has anyone working in the dug-up bits.
Once
home I planned to install the fish tank’s new LED light…
The
box had quite obviously already been opened. With no obvious way of getting
electricity from the socket to the device I phoned the fish shop. After a
little to-ing and fro-ing it became clear that someone in the shop had taken
the plug out of the box. If I would like to go back to the shop they will sort
it all out for me…
That would be a job for
Saturday…
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