I’m in the doghouse after yesterday’s post. Julia is not happy with me for revealing details of my abysmal standards of nasal etiquette – “letting the whole world know you’re full of unpleasant habits” as she put it.
This is a complete over-reaction because I have, at best, let a couple of dozen people know. And by the law of averages there are probably one or two who aren’t averse to a spot of clandestine nasal probing. It’s also likely, after reading several posts that those two dozen readers aren’t really under any illusions about my lack of social graces.
Sutton on Sea
She’s definitely wrong about one thing though – I have plenty of room for new unpleasant habits.
I also have plenty of room in my wallet. The garage rang today – my deflating tyre is not merely unseated, the sidewall is damaged and I have to buy a new one. I haven’t had it that long, and was planning on it lasting a good while longer.
There is a small grey cloud hanging over my head as I write this.
We had a policeman call this morning. He was returning the flash drive we had let them have with CCTV footage of the robbery on. It was contained in three plastic bags – one for travel to the station and storage, one for travel back to the shop and one I’m not sure about. That’s a lot of plastic in a world which is generally trying to cut back.
They can, as we already knew, do nothing to catch the robbers. This isn’t CSI and the science does not quite work like it does on TV. And, to be honest, the police don’t work like they do on TV. Nobody, as far as I know, tried tracing the getaway car on traffic cameras, because robbery from a closed shop isn’t a priority.
A bit like filling in potholes in Lincolnshire.
Dogs at Sutton on Sea
GEEZ! I read this post before your previous one so I have no idea what Julia is complaining about. I think I have had this problem before… I was tired of reading posts for the night but now I have to find the previous one to catch up. 🙂
I’ve been writing too much – I will slow down now my self-imposed target has been met. 🙂
We’ve already talked elsewhere about your new tyre but I thought I would add that last year I was in a similar situation. EXCEPT that the reason my newish tyre needed replacing was that the previous garage had fitted the wrong size 😡 The car had failed its MOT and they then passed it with another fail.
I am rendered speechless by that. It could have been quite dangerous. It’s a good thing they found it.
Actually, I found it when I was doing a tread check on the tyres. It’s not the first time this has happened to me – yet another garage made that mistake.
You must be very unlucky with garages. I hope it won’t happen again.
Thank you, Simon!
Most people can’t pick their nose – they have to make do with the one they were given.
I can mentally hear a drum roll and clash of cymbals in the background. It was a sad day for music hall when you went into insurance…
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I agree, new tires are expensive. Sorry you needed a replacement one rather than a re-seating.
Poor Julia! 🙂
She will get over it.. 🙂
New tyres are expensive so you have my sympathy. You must tell Julia that your readers need to see the less than perfect side of you otherwise they might fall in to the trap of worshipping you as a god.
That is true, I will tell her. I’m sure she will be impressed with your reasoning.