I woke with what felt like the world’s worst hangover this
morning. Even though I’ve not had a drink for ages. What was that all about?
I opened today’s
window on the Advent Calendar, then made toast and watched another episode
of “Victoria” in which His Serene Highness didn’t do the dirty deed on
Harriet, to the obvious relief of Albert. I do like “Victoria”; it is
just a shame that whoever made the show didn’t know that Parliament meets in
the Houses of Parliament and not St Paul’s Cathedral.
I then had my usual rummage round the Internet. Last week I
mentioned that I was considering a combi boiler. Since then my Facebook feed
had featured a lot of adverts for new gas boilers. Today I had several adverts
for back boilers. I had no idea they were still a thing. I thought they’d died
out forty years ago. My mum and dad had one of those in their house which
supplied all their hot water. It worked on a simple enough principle – there
was a tank of water behind a coal fire which was heated by that coal fire.
Which is all very well all the time you’ve got a coal fire going, but if you
haven’t got a coal fire going you’ve no hot water. Consequently no matter what
time of the year or how hot it was outside, there was always a coal fire going
at full whack in their living room.
I’m not playing that game again.
As I drove to work the pundits on the radio had the
knives out for the
Archbishop of York. Some vicar or other had been accused of having sex with
a 16-year-old girl who was a pupil at a school where he was chaplain. And
despite the scandal the Archbishop twice appointed this vicar to positions of
responsibility in the church.
Part of me wonders if the Archbishop thought he was
following his conscience - after all his religion preaches forgiveness.
Part of me wonders just how thick you have to be to
get to be an Archbishop - appoint a paedo and then do so again - seriously?
The Church of England has issued a press release on
the matter saying how safeguarding decisions and all appointments today are
subject to very
clear guidance issued by the House of Bishops, which was not in place at
the time of the scandal.
I would have thought that God would have got involved
and negated the need for safeguarding, but what do I know?
I got to work and did my bit. As I worked a few of the
young mothers at work thanked me for doing my Advent story. Apparently it has
become the bedtime story for their children; I wouldn't have though that the
adventures of an alcoholic and a rabbit bent on global domination were really
good bedtime stories for kids... Perhaps
they are. Darcie
WaaWaa TM” is staying over
Christmas. Perhaps I might try it out on her?
At lunch time the woman from the bank phoned. She took
an age to go through the security questions then said she'd put me through to
the credit card department. I was on hold for an hour after which we went
through the same security questions again. Eventually the chap claimed he'd
stopped any future payments, but says it is up to me to get my money back.
If anyone could recommend a bank; I'm looking to
change...
I came home to find the dog dung stuff had arrived. Whilst
“er
indoors TM” went shopping I tried the tablets on the
dogs. They all scoffed them without any problems. Whether these things will
work and stop Bailey eating turds, or just give the dogs the squits remains to
be seen, but it will be difficult to be sure… in the meantime the dogs between
them have eaten a roll of sellotape, several yards of fishing line and an emery
board.
“er indoors TM” returned from
shopping only to announce she’d forgotten to get any gateau. She also announced
that Asda opens at five o’clock tomorrow morning. That will be an adventure for
me, won’t it?
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