I didn't sleep very well last night, and gave up trying to
sleep whilst it was still dark. Being still dark I didn't see all the stuff
we'd moved out of the back bedroom onto the landing so we could get the room
plastered, and promptly fell over it all.
Oh, how I laughed. Mind you I was amazed (and grateful)
that the dogs didn't spring into "Red Alert".
I came downstairs and fell over the wooden reel I'd brought
home yesterday.
I made toast and watched an episode of "Shameless",
then had a little look at the Internet. Apparently there are gangs of teenaged
thugs on the beach at Hastings hurling stones at passers-by, and (as is
always the case) the police are nowhere to be seen. It was suggested that
gangs of decent people go and "have a word with the children",
and (just maybe) break the arms that throw the stones.
I can't help but think that if the police aren't going to
do the job for which they are paid then this might be the way to solve the
problem. After all, gangs of vigilantes wouldn't have to render many teenagers
incapable of throwing stones before they got the idea.
As I drove to work the pundits on the radio were talking
about power bills. The energy
price cap is to fall so the amount that power companies will charge us will
be capped at less than it has been. So our leccie and gas bills will be less
than they were. However last year the government gave us all sixty quid a month
for half the year to help pay our leccie and gas bills, and they ain't doing
that this year, and so effectively the price of power will rise
Some windbag was being interviewed about bills; I don't
know who this idiot was, but he was billed as something big in the energy
sector. He said the answer was obvious... if people used less energy then their
bills would be less. So there we are... shiver, have a cold shower and eat raw
food.
Work was work. I spent much of it with a rather annoying
earworm "Bertie, Bertie, Bertie the wonder glow-worm. He doesn't burp.
He doesn't fart. He rides around in a hovercraft".
Where on Earth did that come from?
I also found out that not only had Alvin Stardust been dead
for nine years, his real name was actually "Bernard".
I'm not sure why that should have been quite such a disappointment to me, but
it was.
I came home, and had a look in the back bedroom. The
plasterer had finished and done what looks like a good job to me. Certainly it’s
a better finish than anything I could do, but the burning question is “will
the stuff stay stuck on the wall?”
Time will tell; it always does.
Mind you I’m not keen on putting shelves back up on the new
wall – I think I might shop around and see if I can get some free standing
shelves.
I then got a coat of wood preservative onto the top half of
my huge wooden reel (that only took half an hour!) then as “er
indoors TM” watched a German webinar about flogging candles I
had a look at the monthly accounts. There’s no denying that they are far better
than they were a few months ago. As part of this month’s sort out I organized the
last payments from Dad’s estate – that only took a year to sort out.
Having said that, given the choice I’d happily go back to
what the accounts were and have Mum and Dad back… but I’m not given that
choice.
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