Life is full of surprises isn’t it? You would think by my age I would have seen it all by now but no like everyone else there is always something to surprise. Speaking of age and all that comes with growing old I can say I am becoming a victim, if that is the right word, of it. According to one theory we begin the downward slope of deterioration once we are beyond the age of twenty-one. Until that age we evidently continue to grow. Obviously twenty-one is only an approximation though I remember noticing small things happening to me at around about that age which would seem to support the theory. Physical ability and strength are usually the first things one notices which begin to deteriorate. We simply cannot do things as we once were able to. Oh yes we can do them though often more slowly or with less strength but as the years pass even that sometimes dwindles away to nothing. We begin to forget things as we age.
”Note that in this diagram, sensory memory is detached from either form of memory, and represents its development from short term and long term memory, due to its storage being used primarily on a “run time” basis for physical or psychosomatic reference. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Though I still have an excellent long-term memory recent events sometimes elude me. I can remember events from forty, fifty, sixty years ago, even further back in some instances which were part of my life. Often though I forget events which are very recent, months, weeks, days and even hours ago disappear from my thoughts. I would guess I first noticed poor short-term memory loss around the age of sixty. An example would be my going upstairs either at home or in someone else’s house to collect something and upon getting there no remembering what it was I was collecting! I have a poor memory when it comes to people’s names though faces I do remember. Where I had seen the face is usually forgotten though. What has all this to do with a dining room? No, I haven’t forgotten…….honestly! I was up in my bedroom a few days ago searching for something to wear and inside the wardrobe I noticed a cardboard box on the shelf. That in itself isn’t unusual for I have many boxes and other things in my wardrobes besides clothing. Wanting to refresh my memory as to the boxes contents I removed it from the shelf and delved inside. I found amongst other things some small plastic bags which I thought E might find useful so I removed them. Whilst doing that I saw a plastic money bag of the type used in banks with something inside it. To my surprise it contained banknotes, two hundred and sixty pounds in twenties, tens and fives. I couldn’t remember when it was I put the bag there or why. There is a small purse in the same wardrobe in which I keep banknotes and it has a similar amount in it but I know what that money is for. This separate bag of money I must have placed there for a rainy day as the saying goes but I had forgotten about it completely. It must have been there for more than a year waiting for me to use. I took a trip to the bank and deposited most of it. With the remainder I took E out to lunch. That is where the dining room comes into the story. We drove into town and went to the plush Bold Hotel restaurant for our meal. https://www.tripadvisor.co.uk/LocationPhotoDirectLink-g191255-d568615-i180703826-The_Bold_Hotel-Southport_Merseyside_England.html
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Well Tuesday lived up to the forecast it was given, wet, windy and cooler, a typical Autumn day. The season begins in earnest but I’ve an inkling the weather won’t stay that way for already the weather people are saying it will get milder for a while. It makes no difference to me, unless I wish to work outdoors but even then it would depend on what I wanted to do. I had no work for the day but had to go out anyway to make deposits and donations and to buy fuel for the van. I had intended to slip in a little shopping but I changed my mind and left that for another day. When I got back home I spent some time on the computer shuffling money about between accounts and at the same time I logged in to my credit card provider account to see how much I had spent. As I have a direct debit set up to make the payment I have to ensure money is available in the relevant current account when the card provider wants paying. Usually the procedure is straightforward but on this occasion I made one error when filling in a piece of information on the log-in page and immediately my access was denied. Now I am all for on-line security, it is absolutely necessary in these evil times but I wasn’t given the opportunity to re-submit the details. I had to make a telephone call to arrange for the account to be unblocked. That took some time but it was a frustrating few minutes trying to understand what they wanted of me but I finally got there. I don’t know how they have the patience! In essence I was given a new customer number and I had to input a new password number and verify it though I had to use the telephone I was using to connect with them to do that. They think of everything when it comes to possible fraud. Once that was done I had to erase old signing-in information and save the new information on my automatic data input site account. All that for making one small error when signing in. It was lunchtime but before I could have lunch the house phone rang. The call was from an elderly lady I had worked for in the past and she was calling to ask if I would do a small job for her. I arranged to go in the afternoon and after lunch.
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I don’t usually need an excuse to go for a walk, I like walking but on Tuesday I had no choice, I had to visit the bank in town. The bank is a mere one and a quarter miles or so from home and it was a pleasant and sunny day, just right for a walk. When I take my walks they are usually much further but this time I had a handbag with me, something I almost never take with me when out walking so it was a case of carrying out my business and then returning straight home. I could go for a longer walk after lunch. On Monday I received a cheque in the post for the grand sum of ten pounds! An organisation I subscribe to run a monthly draw and my number came up as a winner. The prizes range much higher than that, into the thousands but alas I missed out this time. Still ten pounds can buy a decent meal in many restaurants. My winnings could have been credited to my bank directly but that would mean my bank details if stored electronically might be vulnerable so they send out cheques instead. I had to visit the bank in any case as I had a few hundred pounds in bank notes which needed depositing too. I generally receive payments from my customers in cash and I wait a few weeks until I have a substantial amount to deposit. My bank now encourages the use of their machines to carry out deposits and of course withdrawals too. Unless other business which cannot be transacted using the machines needs to be conducted there is little reason to speak to staff. First I had to deposit the cheque but the machine wouldn’t accept it even after a couple of attempts so I made the cash deposits instead. I had to call for assistance to get the cheque processed. This time I was successful but I have no idea why. Maybe the machine was afraid of the staff! Banking this way is so impersonal I feel and one day in the future I know there will be no such thing as paying a visit to the bank, all transactions will be done at a machine which doesn’t necessarily need to be in a bank! If prophecy is true there will be no such thing as cheques or folding money in the future. Perish the thought I say but that’s the way we seem to be heading. It might seem like progress to some people but I am not one of them. The walk was nice though!
I have always had a steady flow of work since becoming self-employed back in September 1997. Prior to that time I worked for others and in my last job doing that the workload had become minimal and the routine checks I had to make on equipment became tedious and boring. My colleague and I were well on top of things and little needed to be done to maintain things. I left that employment at just the right time it seems. What actually happened was my employer was streamlining the industry (asset stripping) and encouraging those who were of suitable age and thereby could retire voluntarily to do so. I was of suitable age and because the terms were so favourable I chose to take early voluntary retirement on a full pension with the added bonus of a ‘golden handshake‘, a tidy lump sum. That lump sum and the fact that I was ensured a monthly income from my pension with immediate effect meant that I could continue working as a self-employed person. I have never looked back since that day and in fact my fortunes took a turn for the better. Over the years since then my workload has been steady and often too much at times for me to handle. Gradually I have wound things down and no longer take on projects I consider too much for me to do at my age.
The strange thing is there still is plenty of work I am able to do, small jobs that no-one else seems to be able to fit into their schedule or perhaps are not interested in doing. I did one such job on Thursday morning. I had to disconnect and remove a hard-wired bell circuit and replace it with a wireless type. Next, I had to replace a light unit on an outside wall and finally replace the base box (called a pattress) beneath a power outlet in the garage as it had been broken. Simple little jobs yes but nevertheless financially rewarding. I also discovered that a plug-in type of RCD unit they had been using whenever they used their electric lawnmower was faulty. They told me that they had used it for years and I asked if they ever tested it before use. It appears they hadn’t even though printed on the unit are instructions to do so. The test simply involves pushing the device’s test button! I thought to myself why have a safety device and never test it to see if it is working? As for the work I do, the way I look at it is this, if I am continuing to work I might as well get paid for it! Whilst at the house I received phone calls asking for my services. So despite there being no work on some days there is enough to keep me going, to tide me over as it were.
A high-street branch of the Halifax. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I had a small job to do on Tuesday morning but was back home within the hour. The mail had just been pushed through the letterbox and unusually two of the items were addressed to me. I don’t get that much mail, well compared to what E receives. One of the letters was from an insurance company asking if I wanted a better deal on my car insurance. I don’t have car insurance as I have commercial vehicle insurance for my van and that has already been sorted. The other letter was from my bank sending me some good news. Yesterday’s post reminded me that it doesn’t always go well in life, my life at least but it’s not all bad. Last year sometime, I cannot remember exactly and in fact I had forgotten all about it, I filled out a form sent from one of my banks, specifically the Halifax enrolling to a monthly draw. Winners in the draw receive cash prizes ranging from £100 to £3000 but as the last draw was what they called a ‘super draw’ it meant the possibility of winning £100,000 or £300,000 too. I received a letter from the bank on Tuesday indicating that I had won a prize. I had to provide proof of who I am and provide a recent utility bill one that fell in the same time period as the draw that is October last year through January this year. The latter was supposedly to ensure that I was resident in the country at that time. Proof of who I am was easy, all I had to produce was my driving licence or passport but the utility bill proved a problem for I hadn’t received any during that period. In fact I only receive notifications of my annual payments due either in February or early March. I receive no other notifications on paper as all my transactions are now done over the Internet. I was allowed to produce a notification letter sent last month by the same bank telling me about the forthcoming changes to certain accounts. Not knowing what prize I had won I set off for town on foot. It was a very windy day on Tuesday and by the time I had reach the bank I was somewhat windswept. A member of staff took my paperwork and details to the manager. He spent a little time contacting the office running the monthly draw and sorting out my details. When all was done he congratulated me on my ‘win’ and told me my account would receive the deposit within a day or so. How much? Well only £100 this time but at least it was something. Considering the poor rates of interest I get on my savings there it could be considered as some form of compensation. I walked back homeward in the stiff breeze but took a detour to my local pub and had a late lunch.
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Like water trickling through my fingers or sugar escaping through a broken bag, money sometimes has a habit of coming my way, slipping through my grasp then disappearing out of reach down some bottomless pit. I earn it and it escapes through the hole in my pocket. I am a saver, I put money in the bank whenever I can but once in a while it is impossible. I earn it and straight away have to spend it on some unforeseen expense. I returned to work on Tuesday and had some money in my purse after having no disposable income for some time. Under normal circumstances I would treat myself to some new clothes or a bottle of perfume or other things once in a while then bank whatever remained but this time I had to spend out for a new water pump and other accessories essential for the house which actually cost me more than I’d earned. That’s not the end of it though as there are more things to buy before I can carry out the repairs. I do have spare income from my monthly pensions which would normally be banked too but even that extra cash has been spent on the house lately. Recently I spent some of my savings on cosmetic surgery for myself but I don’t do that normally. It was more by way of personal maintenance if you like. Well if the house has to be maintained then so should I! By the time I pass away everything will be just as I would like it to be but I won’t then be able to enjoy it! I could sell up and live a life of luxury, so people tell me anyway but I would be as bored as hell after a while. I think I prefer life’s little catastrophes and the expense they incur, the home projects that eat away at my savings and any spare cash I might earn for I am that type of person. Life would be so boring if everything went according to plan and nothing ever went wrong but that’s just it, things do go wrong. However much we have in this life, whether it be a lot or a little we have to leave it all behind one day and the cash we earn cannot be taken with us when we depart either. As the saying goes, there are no pockets in shrouds and even if there were mine would probably have holes in them! Do I live to work or do I work to live? I’m afraid I have to do both to a point else sit around like a couch potato all my life doing nothing and being bored in the process. If there isn’t anything to do I usually invent something anyway.
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I don’t know if you have ever had to telephone your bank to query something but the experience can be very frustrating. I have accounts with three banks and am in possession of three debit cards two credit cards. The credit cards both operate on the same account, that is they give me credit from the same pot of money, my allowance or credit limit. One card gives me a 1% cash-back payment whilst the other only 1/2%. I didn’t know they were in actual fact two credit cards when I was given them a couple of weeks ago to replace the single credit card that I had on the account. I was under the impression that one of the cards, the one with the lower return, was in fact a debit card! I had never heard of an account with two distinct and separate cards using the one account before. When I went to use the one I thought was a debit card to pay a large bill the card was refused twice. I didn’t wish to use the other card which I knew to be a credit card as I also knew a surcharge would be added which would negate any cash-back reward I might have received. There didn’t seem to be a valid reason for the card being blocked but later I was told that because the amount was so large it had flagged up on their security fraud prevention system and it was blocked accordingly. That is fine in some respects but it proved an inconvenience to me at the time. In the end I used one of the three other debit cards I have and paid the cash from another bank current account. The following day I went on the Internet to check my credit card account and saw that I had been debited a small amount of money (£2.46) though I hadn’t spent anything using the card since my last bill was paid. Although it was only a small amount I wanted to check it out and at first I tried doing that whilst on-line. If you are familiar with the way many businesses use the Internet for answering queries you will know just how frustrating the experience in getting an answer can be. I call it the run-around because you often end up in the place you started without really getting the query answered, or you end up pages away from where you are supposed to be! I must have had half a dozen tabs open on my computer trying to follow the on-line information. In the end I resorted to the trusty telephone. Did I say trusty? Ha! I telephoned the organisation and was answered by an automatic system. A male voice asked several questions in turn regarding security, cards details and other things but I replied only when asked my age. I knew I would eventually get to talk to a person in real-time which is exactly what I wanted. Well I waited a full 35 minutes and still waited to be connected. I hung up the phone and immediately tried again. I was faced with the same procedure but this time I waited twenty-five minutes and was connected to a guy in a call centre in India. When I first called I could have remained on the phone all day long as it was a toll-free number but I was fed up to the teeth having to listen to an advertisement continuously being piped down my ear-hole! Unfortunately I had to call the second time else not resolve my query. The guy was very helpful and eventually told me that the charges to my account would be dropped as I hadn’t actually used the cards. There was no explanation as to why the charges were there in the first place though. It pays to keep tabs on your accounts for incidences like these could go unnoticed and you could end up paying for services not rendered. I was satisfied with the information I received and ended the conversation. I was asked if it would be alright for customer relations to call me later to have a chat and I agreed. About an hour later I received the call and a woman answered. She was very apologetic that I should have had problems in using my new cards and she was one who told me that the two cards were in fact credit cards. I told her it would be unlikely therefore that I would use the card with the lower reward cash-back and wondered why they had issued it in the first place. She told me there might be a situation whereby the other card might be useful. I spoke to her about having to wait so long on the phone and having to listen to the incessant advert the whole time. She replied that all customer complaints would be collated and used to improve their system. Well I do hope she was being honest about that one! About the advert? The male voice telling me that if I wanted to add a service to my account I could do it easily on-line was followed directly by him saying that I could get information about my account much easier on my ‘smart phone’ by downloading the ‘app’ from the relevant source. Well isn’t that just dandy? I haven’t got a smart phone and I never want to check my bank accounts using one. Oh how I hate technology and the brainwashing attempts to use it all the time wherever we are.
Everything Goes Wrong (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Children, who would have children? They are a responsibility that’s without a doubt at least whilst they are growing to adulthood. We expect them at that time to be able to stand on their own two feet and take upon themselves the responsibilities that the world throws at them. We want the best for our children if we love them and we help them as best we can when they come across problems they find difficult to cope with once they leave the nest. It is a burden we must be prepared to bear as loving parents. Both our children have flown the best, the eldest son is married with a young daughter but hasn’t a home of his own at present and he lives with his wife’s parents until they can accumulate enough funds for a deposit on a property of their own. They spent the first couple of years in their own house until they chose to sell it. It was a nice house but too small for a young family and it wasn’t in a very desirable location. It made the journey commuting to and from work too long and time-consuming so it was better that they moved out. Our youngest son has been living away from home for some years firstly in an apartment in another town until his friend’s father who employed him decided he didn’t want to any longer and our son lost a good well-paid job and apartment and had to find employment. He returned home for a while and found himself a post in the housing industry with an estate agency but the pay isn’t as good as it could be. There can be bonuses to earn but because the housing market has been struggling over the last few years those bonuses are hard to come by. He moved to a new apartment with his girlfriend last year closer to where they both work in a city a few miles away. They have been looking for a property they can buy and finally found what they thought suited their needs. They needed proof of a healthy bank account to pay the deposit they needed to get a mortgage. That cost me a few thousand pound, our contribution to the sum they required. His girlfriend’s parents contributed the other half. They expected to sign the contract this week and be able to move into the house immediately but there was a snag, there always is. It appears that the lender of the mortgage wanted a more thorough survey conducting before they would loan the cash. The survey was to cost another few hundred pounds and resulted in the need for an extra six thousand pounds of remedial work to be carried out either before they are allowed to move in or soon after. Those funds will probably be tagged on to the mortgage so they will not have to have the money up-front. Just as well really as they cannot afford it. However they made the mistake of declaring their intention to leave their apartment on Tuesday this week without securing the right to move into the house first which will result in them being homeless for perhaps a week or so. They shouldn’t have cut the cord before they had somewhere to go. It would only have meant renting the apartment for another month and they could then have taken their time sorting out the problems with the house purchase. This means that they have to pack up their belongings and put them in temporary storage and find somewhere to live in the meantime. They will probably move here in Southport for the duration. He will come here and she will go and live with her mum who lives here too. To that end E and I had to rent a large van locally and drive the forty-something miles to the apartment to collect their belongings and bring them home. They told us to leave the furniture in the van and park it on our driveway but later we were asked to store it in the house which meant we didn’t need to rent the van for more than a day. As it happened we knew the hire company folk who were members of the church I used to attend and we kept the van over the weekend at no extra charge. We will need to re-hire the van for a day when the move finally takes place. It is just as well we have the space isn’t it? It’s just as well we have the time isn’t it? It’s just as well we have the funds too! Children, who would have children?
Take It to the Floor (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I have always been a saver, always insisted on putting something aside for a rainy day so I am never taken by surprise when something requires that I spend money on it. That ‘it’ can be anything from a broken piece of equipment to a hand out to help my sons in their moments of need. I always try to maintain a healthy savings account for I never know when the funds will be needed. I have spent very little, if anything, out of my savings accounts when doing my home projects like the wet room and bathroom both recently completed, instead I have simply gone out and earned the necessary funds over the months we have been doing that work at home. Our next project, which is beginning to get off the ground, will require a couple of thousand pounds I am sure, even though we will be doing a lot of the work ourselves. To that end I have already begun to put money aside in order that we can get the basics done, opening up a new doorway and fitting a new door and bricking up the existing doorways are the main things we will need the cash for. There will not be a window in such a small room but we plan to have a door which is fitted with a double-glazed pane of glass at the top. That will allow some level of natural light into the room which will have electric lighting as well. The floor will want lifting up and levelling out which shouldn’t be that difficult as the present floor consists of sandstone block tiles bedded on compacted sand except for one part which has been cemented. Fortunately that part is also the lowest part of the presently sloping floor so it will not have to be dug out. We may find that we will have to tank the floor as it is very close to the existing damp-proof course in the brickwork. Digging out the sand won’t be a problem and we do have plenty of hard-core material to hand to lay down beneath the membrane if it is needed, ‘crush and run’ I think is the term builders use. Obviously a layer of sand will level the rough surface before a membrane is fitted. Then it can then have a layer of concrete or screed over, probably a hard screed will do it. The finished floor will be tiled as will the walls. There will only be a toilet and wash basin unit in there when it is complete. The hot and cold water supplies already exist within the room so there is nothing special we need to do in that department. A rain water gulley exists immediately behind the wall where the wash basin is to be located and the main soil-pipe is situated immediately behind the wall where we intend to locate the toilet. There is no hurry to complete this job but it would be nice to have it done before the Summer is over and that all depends on whether I can amass the funds and have the time to work on the project.
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I love Tuesdays because we dine out a lot on that day. Sometimes I will be out working in the morning but usual try to defer jobs to another day if possible. Last Tuesday I had nothing planned at all and decided to take the whole day off, not even working at home. As it happened we needed to purchase a little more grout for the bathroom as there are one or two small tiling jobs still outstanding but because the grout colour wasn’t plain white we couldn’t purchase it from an outlet nearer to home. The local store didn’t stock the colour we had used which is called ‘gunmetal’, a light fawn colour. That meant a trip of some 40 miles or so to purchase it from the place we had bought everything else for the bathroom, ‘Better Bathrooms’. It would be a nice drive and we could take our time and have a meal on the way back home. Whilst in the showroom we saw a towel rail we liked, one that could sit on the wall adjacent to the vanity unit so I purchased that at the same time too. Both items cost me almost £50. We journeyed on from there to where our youngest son is currently living whilst waiting to move into the house he and his partner are purchasing. We wanted to deliver some mail by hand so that he didn’t need to wait until the weekend to collect it himself. He often comes home to collect his mail. It isn’t worth having his mail redirected and when he moves into the house he can arrange his mail to be delivered there. So we ended up even further from home and by now it was after 1.30. We turned to come back home and found a great restaurant when we were still 20 miles or more away. It was almost 3 o’clock by the time we had finished our meal but it was certainly worth it. That cost me £28 with a tip for the lovely waitress included. We’d each had two courses but only water to drink, something we tend to do these days. Now E’s car is getting a little past its best at twelve years old and I would dearly like to purchase a new one for her but for the moment I’m biding my time. She has been complaining that the wipers need replacing and the adapter she uses for the satnav and the dashboard camera I purchased for her doesn’t work. So after our meal we drove back home and when back in Southport I asked her to call into a shop that sells stuff for cars and had the wipers replaced and a new adapter bought which will even allow her to plug-in her mobile phone too at the same time. Another £17. We drove onward to purchase some milk as we had only a small amount in the house. Well, we like to have our Cappuccinos! The milk only cost me £1.80….LOL. We did forget to visit the plumber’s merchant to purchase a 22mm stopcock but will have to do soon if I am to do the plumbing for the bath water supplies.
Gulbransen Pacemaker and shoes and purse. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
During the last twelve months I have done nothing but spend money on the house but that in itself isn’t strange as I have spent many thousands of pounds on renovations and modifications as well as maintenance over the years I have lived here, especially over the last five years or so. Our last project at home cost us a couple of thousand pounds and the current one promises to cost us even more, at least twice that amount. I say ‘us’ but in fact it is I who is doing all the spending! Not that I mind that in the least, I don’t but it seems as though my purse is an ever-open resource for funds. Whilst working on the bathroom we decided that we had to raise the ceiling so that the electrical regulations were not compromised by having the lighting units below the specified minimum height. Knocking the old ceiling down wasn’t too difficult, a bit messy but now we have an almost clean canvas on which to start again. On Saturday morning E and I drove to the local builders merchant and purchased enough timber and plasterboard with which to construct a new ceiling. The cost was a mere £60 and they said they will deliver it on Monday morning, that is this morning. Over the last couple of weeks I have been spending money on odds and ends and the total soon mounts up, a few pounds here and a few there and before you know it we are in the hundreds. I am making a guess at this point as to how much I have spent thus far and I reckon it to be around £2500 with more outlay yet to follow. The tiles alone may cost around a thousand pounds but we haven’t decided on what we want in the way of colour, design and size yet. As we were driving we talked about expenditure and I made the comment that we hadn’t yet taken into account the labour charges! Mine! Well naturally I was joking, my charges will be nil but if we were to employ others the total expenditure would certainly be much more and no doubt we would have to pay more for the materials used too. By the way, money never stays in my purse for more than a couple of hours and most of the time the purse is empty, like as if there was a hole in the bottom!
- All day long (minkyweasel.com)
Value for Money (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I have been spending a lot of money lately on and for the projects we have at home and there’s still more I’ll need to spend in the coming weeks or even sooner. Most of this money is coming from the same account where I save for business expenditure mainly but not exclusively for my transport needs, that is keeping my van on the road. It is one of three accounts I have at one of the banks I use. I have accounts elsewhere too but they are used for other specific expenses. I have always been a person who saves for a rainy day as they say and do not spend for the sake of it but only as I need. I know people who spend their cash as soon as they get it and some even before they get it! Of course I have always worked for my money but I have also been fortunate in always having employment. On Tuesday E and I dined out again but before then I had some work to do out-of-town and whilst I was there I received a phone call from our eldest son who asked if I could lend him some money (£350) so he could pay for maintenance of his car. He promises to pay me back at the end of January when he receives payment himself. Well my regular readers may remember the times I’ve mentioned in my posts about helping my children financially and I’ve always been obliging. I was this time too. I told him to call to our house before E and I were to go out to lunch. About a half hour after I had returned home he arrived with his wife and our lovely little granddaughter who will be two years old on New Years‘ Eve. They couldn’t stay long and we were going out anyway. E dropped me off at the bank before we headed off to the restaurant. On the way home later E drove us to the timber yard and we bought the necessary floor timbers to enable us to continue with the bathroom project and asked if they would deliver it on Thursday morning as both of us would be out for most of the day on Wednesday. It looks as though it will be Thursday afternoon or Friday before more work can be done. On a positive note I have been getting more requests for work which is good for the cash but not so good for my free time. Well I suppose I can’t have it both ways can I?
A basic photoelectric smoke alarm by Ei Electronics.
After a rather busy week I planned to have a good lie in bed on Saturday morning then get up say around 9.30 to exercise on my treadmill. During the week I had been watching the trilogy Lord of the Rings (yet again, I love the story) broadcast on three consecutive evenings, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday at 9pm. I don’t know how I managed to keep my eyes open on Friday as the film finished at almost 1 o’clock in the morning but as it was Saturday the following day I knew I could rest that extra time in bed. I slept solidly until 6am when I had to visit the toilet and still tired, went back to bed. I was awakened rather abruptly at 8am by my mobile phone. A lady I have worked for a couple of times wanted to know if I could repair her smoke alarm units some time in the coming week! Her brother had died on Wednesday and she didn’t have the time of his funeral so couldn’t say which day she would be at home. She explained that one of the smoke alarm units was ‘hanging from the ceiling ‘. Evidently she had pulled it off its fixings whilst removing the battery. I must explain something here for those who are not familiar with smoke alarms. Some of them are stand-alone, battery-operated (as the one shown above) but some also have a mains electricity supply and are often linked together to other units in the building. She has that latter type installed. She hadn’t pulled out the mains wiring so the unit was quite safe for the time being. She seemed more interested in the aesthetics, not wanting to see the thing hanging from the ceiling!. When I answered the call she said she hoped she hadn’t disturbed me or woke me up! It was 8 o’clock in the morning on a weekend and especially in this case, an Easter weekend! What did she think I would be doing so early in the morning? I told her that she had woke me up, which is perfectly true. The job wasn’t urgent so she should have phoned at a more respectable hour. I asked her to call me on Monday evening or Tuesday by which time she hopefully could tell me when it would be convenient to call, if at all. Incidentally she lives about eight miles away from me. The cheek of some people! I returned to my sleep-in and actually didn’t wake again until 11.30! I will be checking her smoke alarms today (Wednesday). I seemed to recall a faint tap-tap-tap on my bedroom door sometime before I finally woke and E told me that it must have been our youngest son. When I finally got up I dressed for the promised exercise and went downstairs. I asked if she knew what he had wanted but she said she didn’t know. I got on with my exercise and just as I had finished my mobile phone rang. It was my son. It appears that his car had a problem and he had limped home to his apartment. He had arranged to have it repaired and E collected him from the garage and took him back home, visiting our house along the way. He said he didn’t know what to do, meaning he didn’t have the cash to get it repaired. Evidently it was going to cost in the region of £500 to £600, not the sort of money he has available. I mentioned in earlier posts about his financial predicament and how he is at present struggling a bit. Later in the year things will improve for him but in the meantime he has to rely on my help from time to time. I assured him that I would foot the bill. Hopefully his car will be ready to drive again on Thursday. He will either have to hire a car for a couple of days in the meantime else make other arrangements at work. Over the years I have always put cash away for a rainy day, a habit some people struggle with but even small amounts soon build up to a substantial amount with time. Lately though, money I have been able to save seems to slip through my fingers instead of getting deposited in the bank. Oh well, that’s life isn’t it?
Since writing this post a few days ago my son tells me that he has made other arrangements with a friend of his who is a vehicle mechanic. His friend has offered to fix the problem for a much cheaper price, in fact probably £50. I am relieved at hearing that, I could do without throwing money away. It just goes to prove that garages will gladly take your money if you are daft enough to let them.
Windows 8 Desktop Concept
Who knows what a day may bring or what a week will turn out to be. At the beginning of last week I found myself with nothing to do but all that soon changed and then I found myself swamped with work. I was half glad it was the weekend so I could have some respite. I say half glad because I am never happy with nothing to do. I actually enjoyed last week and the jobs I had to do gave me much satisfaction and I believe those I worked for were happy too. However life isn’t all work and no play. On Monday I had no work scheduled so in the morning I accompanied E to PC World so I could buy her a replacement power adapter and lead for her computer as the old one became damaged and was unrepairable. Whilst we were there I asked her if she would like a copy of Windows 8. Her computer has been running Windows Vista since I bought it new for her some years ago. It was never a really good operating system I feel, though I’ve not used it. E doesn’t like it and was never happy with it. I was waiting for the opportunity to buy her the upgrade anyway so I bought a copy for her. I also took the opportunity to buy two carrying bags, one for the iPad she won a week or so back and another for the Nexus 10 I had ordered via the Internet and was waiting delivery of. I received the Nexus on Tuesday. We didn’t have time to dine out last week and may do so this week if we have the opportunity. It all depends whether I have an easier week at work. I can never tell what my working week is going to be like even if I know what I have to do. I know one thing though, it will be an easier week for my purse, I intend to curb my spending for a while having spent rather a lot during this month.