Another Advantage Of My New Plumbing
I’ve just read the meter readings for the switchover to Ovo.
Before the new plumbing was installed, the electricity meter was half hidden behind the washing machine and to be read properly needed a step ladder.
Now I just walk into the cupboard, switch the light on and read the meter at eye level.
How did Jerry manage to get so many things wrong?
The readings I’ve submitted are 33235 and 0778257 for electricity and gas respectively.
Incidentally, this supplier changeover seems to be taking forever. I assume this has been designed into the system, to discourage people from changing. After all, if you could change instantly, that would drive prices down. I said why here.
Why Does Everyone Have To Fiddle?
I’ve just returned home and I wanted to get the football on quickly, whilst I put my shopping away.
But some idiot has decided that my Sky box needs updating with yet more features that I will never use.
Whilst I was getting round their unwanted help and demo, a goal was scored.
Luckily it was only scored by that prawn sandwich mob in red from Manchester, but it could have been scored by Aston Villa.
There’s an old adage, that says if it’s not broken, then don’t fix it!
The trouble with updates involving any form of computing or software, is that I’ve only known one person, who never created a bug when writing updates. On the other hand, they never delivered anything on time!
I’m Suffering From Mandela Fatigue
No matter what you thought of him and I liked him, the obsessive media coverage of the death of Nelson Mandela is now boring me stiff.
It was the same with Princess Diana’s tragic death. We were on holiday at the time of the funeral in Northumberland and I deliberately chose to go and sit on the beach by myself on Holy Island, to get away from it all.
Death is a personal thing and we all have our own ways of coping with grief.
I just get on with life, as there is no other positive thing to do.
I shall go for a walk by the river, have some lunch and then bring my shopping home and watch the football all afternoon.
I dread to think what fuss, we’re going to see, when some of the great and good of this world die. They’ll all be out to outdo South Africa’s borefest for Mandela.
The Anonymous Widower 