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Pray for the G-Wiz
So, Nikki – amazing person that she is, gave me a Reva G-Wiz for my mum, well, gave my mum it. It requires some work being a first generation G-Wiz, and a complete new set of batteries. The set in there at the moment are dying and while they do short distances okay, longer drives…
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Back from the darkness
So, the repeat of radio silence was due to a week of nights, my body seems to have largely come to understand that when I randomly say “nope, you’re confused, it’s night now“, it needs to sleep because otherwise I get to awake the next day with a whole new level of exhaustion. Which is…
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Cease Radio Silence
So, it’s been a busy and at times stressful (still going on) ol’ time here at Chez Us. The larder is, actually, floored. I do still need to throw some white paint on the door frame, but that’s it. I’m really pleased with it. The DAF which has been up for sale for 2 weeks…
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Kicking. Down. Bloody universe.
So, driving back from dropping off documents at the solicitors… Nice bloke tells me how wonderful the DAF is. … …about a mile from home CRACK! BANG! SCRAPE scraaaaape scrape. The exhaust has snapped in half. Home: Tax bike: Find bike gear: Charge battery: Pray. Anyone want a DAF 44?
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Learning Experience
Never trust a company without a written quote. Always confirm spoken agreements in writing. Fuck [redacted] and also fuck [redacted]. Now I have to spend money on solicitors. END.
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Doing the impossible with the insufficient
One of the things that comes up, particularly after a few days of triage is that England, or at least the bits of it I’ve encountered, appear to have a problem with entitlement. Now I was unfortunate, due to the skill mix being a bit less than it could be, and us being extraordinarily* busy…
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With only a moderate amount of pain…
Well, I forgot that I needed to go to the post office when I was making my list. Having put it up I instantly realised that my first job of the day was postofficing. So of I wandered. My original plan, such as it was, was to go into town; collect my contacts, my parcel…
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Three tasks
One day, three tasks. Sand/fill/spray DAF’s bonnet. Swap tap in kitchen. Reattempt, for the final time, shower sealing. The only problem is that this comes after a week of nights where the NHS were clearly trialing their new slogan: Doing the impossible with the insufficient. Wish me luck.
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Also yesterday
We watched The Boat that Rocked – this, I’m aware got some fairly poor reviews. Reviews, which, having seen it I’d say were unwarranted. It certainly wasn’t narrative genius. It didn’t make me laugh hysterically, nor did it reduce me to a weepy demonstration of just how not-butch I really am. But it was a…
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Positively productive
So, Kathryn’s still not feeling great, and yesterday, in the hope that some fresh air might make her feel better we went for a gentle walk along the Thames; this allowed me to break out my AE-1 from it’s hibernation; the poor thing’s been sat under the bed since my Minolta got it’s moment in…