I ached when I woke this morning; probably the result of
having walked over eighteen thousand steps yesterday.
I got up, made toast and sparked up my lap-top. As I peered
into the internet I was bombarded with adverts for camper van hire and dog
friendly cottages. Clearly the Internet had been paying attention to what I’d
been looking at yesterday. Mind you I suppose it was having a go at being
helpful. I also had adverts for a dog show taking place thirty miles away, a
Nepalese football tournament and the suggestion that I might like to follow the
Royal Mail stamps and collectables page(!)
I saw a colleague had a birthday today. I’ve known her for
years; like me she left the rather nasty atmosphere of the local hospital for
somewhere much better. I thought she was in her early thirties; she was
forty-seven today. Where does the time go?
And I had an email from the power company about my energy
usage. I looked at their “energy hub” then sent an email back to them
about my energy usage last month.
Did I really spend six times more money watching telly that
using the washing machine and dishwasher?
It claims I used eighteen quid’s worth of electricity on
hot water. My water is heated by gas.
In any case, how can they tell what device in my house is
using power?
I suspect this whole thing is just some random guess, If it
is correct I would seem to be paying about fifty pounds per month on the direct
debit more than I should be. I’ve asked them to look into it.
I took the dogs up to the woods. We walked for four miles
and once we were out of the car park we only saw two other people. One older
lady with a spaniel who we often see, and who has only recently started
replying when I say hello to her. And one young lad scooting about on an
off-road moped which he really shouldn’t have in those woods. Mind you he
stopped when he saw the dogs and waited for us to come past, so he’s not as bad
as some.
We came home, had a cuppa, then once I’d hung out the
washing I painted those sleepers. I say “painted”; “ronsealed” is
a more accurate description of what I did. Having ronsealed I looked the stuff
up on-line. Apparently it’s toxic to fish… Ho hum… All I can say is that I’ve
been using it on the sleepers round the pond for as long as I’ve had a pond,
and even dropped the stuff in the water before, and had no adverse effects that
I know of.
Talking of the pond, I found our little disabled fish had
died.
I had a little tidy-up in the front garden, bionically
burned the weeds, then got out the hand-held pressure washer and had a go with
that. I got a third of the front garden done before the battery packed up. It’s
nowhere near as powerful as the mains powered pressure washer, but it is far
less arse-ache to set up, use, and put away. I then pootled and fiddled and
realized that the Ronseal on the sleepers was dry so I gave them another
coating.
By the time I’d watered the plants and fed the fish I was
knackered.
I had a shower, settled in front of the telly and woke in
time for dinner. “er indoors TM” made a very good
bit of scoff which we washed down with a rather good bottle of cheap Malbec
whilst watching an episode of Celebrity Bake-Off. And then an episode of Stacey Dooley Sleeps
Over in which Stacey was staying with a Mormon family in which there was a chap
with two wives. Have you ever watched the show? It’s rather good. Stacey goes
and stays with people whose lives aren’t what many people consider normal. And
as the show goes on you slowly realise that these supposedly strange people aren’t
that different to everyone else.
As I once said to a colleague (who was once feeling
rather self-conscious about her hijab) everyone is pretty much the same.
Everyone is an idiot, and everyone likes cake.
No comments:
Post a Comment