I slept through till nearly eight o’clock this morning as
did “er indoors TM” who had forgotten to set her alarm. I
took the dogs outside and had a refusal from Morgan. It had rained overnight
and he’s not keen on wet ground. But he didn’t have a choice, and I waited with
him until he did that which was expected of him. Eventually he did (clearly
under protest) and I made toast and had a look on-line. Not much seemed to
be going on in the Internet really. For something which takes up an inordinate
amount of my time, it can be rather dull at times.
Mind you I had an email from Credit Karma who congratulated
me on (yet again) paying my credit card bill on time. I’ve complained to
the bank before about their letting Credit Karma know my business but
apparently all banks tell this sort of thing to anyone who asks. Or so the bank
told me.
With no rain forecast for three hours I loaded the dogs
into the car and we drove up to Kings Wood. As we arrived the sky looked a bit
iffy, but with blind faith in the BBC we set off. Five minutes later we were
sheltering under trees cowering from the downpour, and ten minutes later we
were in the car and heading home. As we drove so the weather continually
alternated between bright sunshine and torrential rain.
My plan for today had been to walk the dogs then see about
tidying the shed and having a spruce-up in the garden. But the rain had put
paid to that. So instead I went on a little shopping spree to get some odds and
sods.
First of all to B&M Bargains where yesterday “er
indoors TM” had spotted some ornaments for the garden’s fences.
I negotiated my way round the “rather special and delightful” people who
infest B&M Bargains; one of whom was getting rather irate at the till.
Having acquired a money-off voucher he was trying to see if the till staff
would just give him cash for it rather than money off of anything he might have
bought. To be fair to the shop staff they would probably have been more
interested if it looked like he hadn’t drawn the voucher himself.
From B&M I went to B&Q to get some storage drawers
for tidying up the crap and clutter in the shed. It has to be said there’s a
lot of crap (and no shortage of clutter) to be tidied up.
And then I went to Currys. I’ve been thinking about a new
laptop for ages as the old one takes an age to start up, keeps hanging, and the
labels on the A, S, E, H and L keys have completely worn away. Jose told me the
average lap-top is good for three to four years; the old one had done seven, so
I think I got my money’s worth from it. I walked into Currys at ten past
eleven. I waited. And waited. As I stood there so four other people came in,
got served and carried their purchases out. At twenty to twelve (after half
an hour of waiting) I walked out. As I walked out so the chap who had been
so studiously ignoring me asked if he could help me. I said that he could have
done so half an hour previously, and that I would spend thousands of pounds
somewhere else. Having conspicuously deliberately ignored me for half an hour
this chap then pretended he had no idea I had been waiting. I told him that it
was very unlikely that he had not seen me, but all the other staff had and they
had ignored me too. As I walked off so he continued blustering after me.
I took my shopping home, then drove down to Folkestone. The
motorway was like a river, the rain was that hard. The Folkestone branch of
Currys was *completely* different to the Ashford one; I was greeted by
helpful staff the instant I walked into the shop, and the chap there took me
through all the lap-tops on display. Fifteen minutes later I came out with a
new one, and a 2Tb hard drive for backup purposes as well.
Seeing a break in the
rain I drove to the coast to see if “Daddy’s Little Angel TM”
and “Darcie Waa Waa TM”
fancied McLunch. They had been out for a walk on the Leas where there had been
no rain all day. Torrential in Cheriton, completely dry a mile away.
We had a good spot of
McLunch, but here’s a tip. If you use the self-service machines you can pimp
your burger. Don’t ask for extra sauce on your Big Mac; I didn’t so much have a
Big Mac as the ingredients of a Big Mac all swimming about in a sea of some
strange pink juice.
I came home, and started the rather tedious business of
backing up all of the stuff from the old lap-top that I need on my new one.
That took some time. And with back-up backed up I activated the new lap-top.
Once I’d logged into my Microsoft and Google accounts I was amazed how much the
thing automatically restored for itself, but it still took over an hour to get
it to the bare minimum of readiness.
With “er indoors TM” off bowling I spent
a couple of hours doing the ironing, then had a go at posting this blog entry
from the new lap-top. I hope it worked…
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