I slept well, however rather vivid dreams had me waking up
more tired than when I went to bed. I came downstairs shortly before six
o’clock to see the smart meter said we’d used fifty-eight pence worth of power.
Usually we’ve used nearly a pound’s worth by the same time in the morning. I *really* should talk to the nice people
at the power company.
Over brekkie I watched an episode of “Plebs” then sparked up my lap-top. I had a notification about a
vacancy at Hartswood hospital for which I might apply. “Hartswood hospital”? Google says it is in Brentwood in Essex. You’d
think a job advert would tell you where the job is, wouldn’t you?
Barrie Neaves had sent me an email asking if he could join
my LinkedIn network. Wondering who Barrie Neaves was, I called up his profile (as one so often does). Apparently he is
a catchment co-ordinator at the Environment Agency with whom I seem to have
absolutely sod all in common. If I were to do the LinkedIn thing I would accept
his request, and then we would both perjure ourselves pretending the other has
all sorts of skills when actually we have no idea whatsoever.
Not much had happened on Facebook overnight, which was
probably for the best. I sent out some
birthday wishes, chased up some messages for which I’d not had a reply, got
myself organised, fussed my dog and set off to work.
As I drove to work the pundits on the
radio were discussing how the BT Openreach network is to be massively
expanded over the UK. It all sounded really good until they wheeled on one
of the organisation's executives who grudgingly had to admit that the UK's
broadband capacity isn't a patch on the rest of the world's, and what we in the
UK call "Super-fast" and
"Ultra-fast" would be
called "piss-poor" in any
other country.
I'm not sure what else the pundits
said... at 7.25am they have the sports bit, and I really did hear them repeating
the phrase "blah blah sport, blah
blah sport" ad nauseum, and I rather stopped paying attention.
I took a different route to work today.
I didn't take the short cut through Pot Kiln Lane. I followed the A-roads and
although I might have gone one mile further in distance it took no longer than
usual (I timed it) and I felt much
happier during the nine minutes it took.
I did my bit, and came home again. I got home earlier than "er
indoors TM" as she was delayed getting her car. Yesterday
she took her car for fixing and was quoted a small fortune for repairs. She
then got a quote four hundred quid cheaper and the first garage price-matched.
Probably just as well as the cheap quote came from a garage with a less than
perfect reputation.
However now that the job is all done and
the money is all spent, the world and his wife tell us they could have got the
job done cheaper still. Isn't that always the way. Once you've spent out,
everyone has a better deal.
Bearing that in mind, my car will need a new cam-belt (whatever that is) within the next few
months. Do any of my loyal readers know where I can get that done for less than
seven hundred quid?
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