I always have more thoughts than I write about, and always seem to have more photographs than I can use too.
Here’s an opener – have you done Rachel McAlpine’s Older Blogger’s Survey? Obviously, many of my readers won’t be old enough to take it, and some of you are perpetually youthful, but one or two of you might find it useful. I found it interesting to get some of my thoughts in line.
Some of the other thoughts I’ve had are uncharitable ones about the idiot who taped my driving license to the court paperwork before sending it back. With finding a cloth and solvent it took me ten minutes to get it cleaned off.
Gloster Meteor stamp
I also wonder who thought it would be a good idea to design a car park where the exit doesn’t take coins, but insists on card payments in a badly lit machine that’s set at the wrong height. It might be OK for owls and midgets but it’s not good for me.
Then there’s the thoughts about British Telecom. We’ve been having a steadily worsening service, so Julia rang them on Saturday to sort things out. It took several hours and a number of false starts. They’ve been charging us too much and providing a shoddy service, neither of which they were prepared to correct. We still won’t be getting a refund but they are going to send us one of the latest routers (we have a Mark 2 and they are currently on Mark 6). They did offer to check the wiring in the house (and charge around £10) and charge us for a new router but Julia, growing ever shorter in temper as a result of her lack of sleep, managed to work a free router out of them. Of course, we haven’t got it yet, so we’ll see what happens.
A stream near Lound in Lincolnshire
Another thought that comes back to me from time to time is wondering if I’m in a hospital ward somewhere and all the WordPress comments on my blog are just voices in my head.
It could be, you never know. When I was younger I used to wonder if everyone saw the “blue” sky in the same way. What if they were seeing the colour I called “green”? Or even “orange”?
I’ve been dealing with several auctioneers recently – one of them won’t send items I buy with my debit card to any other address than the billing address. Three other auctioneers can do it, Paypal can do it, Amazon can do it, but this one particular auction house, it seems, can’t do it. To add insult to injury, the address I want to use is one where they already send things.
Life can be very complicated in these days of electronic payments when everyone is scared of fraud. They will send it wherever I ask if I pay by bank transfer, but why should I give my bank details out?
That could easily develop into a rant, so I’ll change subjects now.
2013 £2 coin in presentation pack
The 2013 £2 is the first time a UK coin has ever commemorated another coin – in this case the Guinea of 1663. The Guinea is a very interesting coin. I won’t venture an opinion on the £2 as we just sold one of these packs on eBay.
I’ll finish up by dotting the post with some random unused photographs, which links us back to the first paragraph.
Thinking about it, there are a few first world problems here. I have just had a letter from Mary’s Meals and it might be a good idea to send them a few quid.
Now you got me thinking about first world problems and how so many of them are self-inflicted. In the U.S. it feels as though we shot ourselves in both knees and are now aiming for the head.
As long as you preserve the Maine lobster fisheries everything else will come right.
Thank goodness you managed to stop just before breaking into a rant. Mind you, BT can cause an unscheduled rant at a moment’s notice. You could always try Scottish Power if you ever find BT too accommodating.
I’ll leave Scottish Power to you – I don’t want to have too much fun.
They treat Lound as a site for Nottinghamshire bird reports although that particular stream could well be near Lound and in Lincolnshire. Phases of the moon is interesting. I know that in prisons and asylums the full moon has an effect.
There’s a Lound near Bourne in Lincolnshire – that’s the one I was visiting – forgot there was one in Nottinghamshire. I used to live in Toft, Bourne, Lincs. In pre-postcode days we used to get letters for Toft, Bourn, Cambridgeshire (note different spelling). So many villages and not enough name to go round. 🙂
What a great rant 😜 You’re not uncharitable I think as the population grows the gene pool weakens 😜 Do you find it strange that sometimes BT can’t seem to connect a laptop to a router in the other room, but when you want to complain they can connect you to Dheli instantly 😂
I think that sums up the BT Paradox perfectly.
It’ll be full moon tomorrow, and I find myself often more twitchy or frankly grumpy when that happens. I think it’s hysterical actually to make a cheap-ish coin commemorating a guinea, like taking a photo of a gold piece or something and solemnly calling it commemorative.
I’ve never thought of looking at the phases of the moon in relation to mood. A new project for me. 🙂
All the cops and psychiatric hospital workers I know have been very aware of it and all have stories. There is a nice older lady downtown here in Woodstock who is pleasant the rest of the time and whom I have spoken with myself, but every time it’s a full moon, she is surrounded by cops, and I have never gotten close enough to find out the scoop. I don’t hear or see violence during these times, so maybe the cops are more twitchy, or maybe she collapses healthwise or something, but let’s say every time I’ve been downtown during the day in a full moon the year we’ve lived here, she’s sitting on a bench with at least one cop around, often a couple of cop cars. dark of the moon can do it for some folks, and I tend to have much better and usually lucid dreams on the one-half waxing and waning moons. No real idea why, and often I forget to keep track, and then it happens and I look it up and by golly it is whichever time of month.
I’m just imagining the little old lady growing a wolf’s head and snapping at passers-by…
In that case, she’d probably already be my client, or my husband’s.
🙂