May 5th, 2014

Ready for battle

Five things make a post

1. Yesterday I spent a sweaty and strenuous hour digging shrub roots out of what was once a flower bed and is now supposed to be part of the front lawn.

Yes, I not only have a virtual axe (see icon), I have a real one! Deciding I'd done enough and wanting a shower, I came back into the house to find G panicking.

"I couldn't find you," he said.

"I was just out at the front grubbing out a root," I replied.

"The water is going off! It's just a dribble! Have you got anything to put water in?" He seemed agitated, but the water going off is... not exactly a regular occurrence, but something that happens often enough that I now always keep a large bottle of water in the fridge for emergency drinking supplies.

"There's a bottle in the fridge," I said, "and you could use the two big pans."

G looked vague. I flapped my filthy hands at him. "I can't do it, I'll get dirt in the water."

So he found the pans and filled them up while I scrubbed my hands under the feeble trickle coming out of the tap.

An hour or so later, a nice lady computer phoned to tell us in a pleasant voice that had the stresses on the wrong syllables that the water was off and it was being dealt with. We should expect the supply to be restored later that evening. And indeed it was, so all was well.

2. To relax after the strenuous activity of wrestling with recalcitrant tree roots, I settled down to crochet while listening to the radio via the BBC iPlayer. I'd done several rows before the inescapable truth slowly dawned. I had taken a break from the project for a week or so while I'd been really busy with the assignment marking and when I'd picked it up again I had started doing the pattern wrong! Instead of doing two chain stitches between each treble, I'd only been doing one. Aaaaargh! There was no way to disguise it, the piece very obviously narrowed. I had to grit my teeth, swallow my frustration and pull out about 10 rows back to where the mistake happened.

3. All the small change is gone! It has taken just over a year, but all the coins my Dad gave me have been spent. It was a 500g Muller Thick and Creamy Yoghurt pot full. I don't know how much that was in value because I didn't bother to count. I'd have spent them more quickly if a) I used cash more and b) had remembered to top up my purse more often. As I explained when I posted about it last year, the trick is not to try to pay with heaps of coins (there is a limit as to what is legal tender) but instead to offer the odd pence, along with pound coins or notes, in order to receive a nice round amount of change back.

4. I have abandoned Twitter for the third and final time. It just does not work for me. Either I feel frustrated that an interesting conversation happened about 8 hours ago, by which time suddenly chiming in with a response seems pointless, or it involves following endless links to articles to read in order to understand the conversation and it turns into a total time sink. I know there are some good people to follow, but the occasional amusing/witty/wise/apt tweet does not compensate for huge amount of less interesting stuff.

5. Via a link on G+, I went and played with some Virtual Lego. It's nearly as much fun as the real thing and you don't have to tidy it away afterwards. :)
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