Mugged In My Own Shower Room
Ever since I moved into this house, I’ve moaned about the bathrooms. The en-suite shower room of my bedroom has got a lot of my anger, as every other time I clean my teeth, I bump my head on the cabinet above the basin.
Last night, as I went to bed, the awful cabinet bit back. I’d needed a new toilet roll and as one does, I keep them in the bathroom cabinet. But the catch is not the most reliable of devices and as I rose from the toilet, the door caught me on the head.
It only managed to extract a very small spot of blood.
My head has a very thick skull, but this morning, I do have a wound and a small amount of pain there.
It could have been a lot worse.
It’s another piece of bad workmanship and/or design to blame on Jerry.
I wonder if RIBA have a worst building prize.
Susanna Reid Makes A Confession
Susanna Reid on BBC Breakfast this morning confessed that she has a shopping trolley. I didn’t realise she was either obese or over sixty!
But she did say it was full of plastic bags!
Ronnie Biggs
His death is definitely not news!
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.
What Not To Wear In The Korean Demilitarised Zone
Ian Mcmillan, the Barnsley Poet, is usually entertaining. Today, on BBC Breakfast, he talked about his visit to the Korean Demilitarised Zone.
For his visit, he was told, he mustn’t wear tight trousers or a low top! The second may make it easier for a sniper to get a heart shot!
But why the first?
Cafe Breizh In Paris
I found Cafe Breizh last time I was in Paris, by searching for “gluten free creperie”. But I couldn’t find it physically.
So this time, as I crossed Paris to get the Eurostar, I just had to visit.
I was not disappointed after a bowl of cider and two gluten-free buckwheat crepes.
It’s a wonderful excuse to go to Paris for the day.
Would I Go Back To Bordeaux?
Bordeaux impressed me. In some ways it was like Paris without the tourists.
It had all the architecture, the shops, the restaurants and the magnificent river Garonne.
The people seemed to have a calmness and politeness that the Parisians lack.
If say, I was indulging in one of my passions and dressing a lady for say an important wedding, I think I might persuade her, to get on a plane to Bordeaux and then come back by TGV and Eurostar. It’s probably a lot easier to come home on the train, than lug everything through the airports.
C would have loved Bordeaux, Just like she loved Paris, Hong Kong, Milan and Florence.
Every real lady deserves to be dressed to the nines, at least a few times in her life. And that means from her toes to her hair and outwards from her skin to what everybody looks at.
But I did love those wireless trams!
If you ever wondered why we dress to the nines, look here!
Experiments With Selfies
I was trying to get a decent picture of myself.
Most seemed to be rubbish, so I only left myself with these. So if I kept these how bad were the others?
Note the Liverpool University Engineering Scarf, I often wear in cold weather.
The Anonymous Widower 