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Bath-time
This morning I discovered that the shower gel I have been using for the last fortnight is really shaving gel! I just thought I would share that with you all.:)
Back to work
It was fortunate that Keith and I were better today and able to go to work, otherwise we might have missed today's 'customer from hell'. He came in with a printer and said the red light was lit and it wouldn't work.
"That means the ink cartridges are empty," said I helpfully.
"Oh no, it can't be that, it hasn't shown up on the ink monitor display on the computer."
Then he said he would like it done as quickly as possible as he needed it for work. So, ever obliging, Keith began work on it and discovered - guess what? - the ink cartridges were empty. Of course, to prove the point, he had to put new cartridges in. I rang his wife and told him it was ready and an hour later he arrived to pick it up. Well, we didn't expect a medal, but it would have been nice if he hadn't ranted about the fact that we had put new inks in when he already had plenty at home. He refused point blank to pay for the inks, we managed to get the money for the work done out of him and he swept out of the shop, throwing paper from the printer all around him as he went and yelling insults at us.
Why do we attract all the anti-social morons???
"That means the ink cartridges are empty," said I helpfully.
"Oh no, it can't be that, it hasn't shown up on the ink monitor display on the computer."
Then he said he would like it done as quickly as possible as he needed it for work. So, ever obliging, Keith began work on it and discovered - guess what? - the ink cartridges were empty. Of course, to prove the point, he had to put new cartridges in. I rang his wife and told him it was ready and an hour later he arrived to pick it up. Well, we didn't expect a medal, but it would have been nice if he hadn't ranted about the fact that we had put new inks in when he already had plenty at home. He refused point blank to pay for the inks, we managed to get the money for the work done out of him and he swept out of the shop, throwing paper from the printer all around him as he went and yelling insults at us.
Why do we attract all the anti-social morons???
Oh dear!
Right now Keith is sitting on my left, having got up late - almost unheard of for him - and still feeling fragile. I am sitting on his right, also feeling fragile. No, it's not due to too much red wine, Aussie or otherwise, or, indeed, too much of any type of alcohol or food. Methinks we may have succumbed to one of the many bugs coasting around looking for post-Christmas victims to attack. So today is a 'chill-out' day for us. Even Lucy hasn't dropped her usual hints about being taken for a walk - maybe she has picked up on the 'ill' vibes permeating the house!
The aftermath!
Today should have been the gathering of my clan here chez Jennytc but fate conspired to ensure things didn't go according to plan.
Younger son in Crewe couldn't come because of a visit from his father-in-law, elder daughter, in Liverpool from Sheffield, should have been collecting car-less elder son and family from Bradford and bringing them with her but that plan was scuppered because she has been really ill and not able to drive. That left younger daughter and boyfriend and they did come.........eventually, when boyfriend had finished shopping and driven from Doncaster to pick up daughter from Liverpool and they had stopped getting lost en route (cue sales pitch from Keith on GPS systems!)
So we did have a very pleasant meal mid-afternoon and all was well except that they brought their dog, a lively 2 year old bitch and it was hate at first sight between her and Lucy - no Christmas spirit for them, it seems.
Oh, and to top it all, Keith hasn't been well since yesterday evening and has finally agreed to give up the struggle and go to bed.
Younger son in Crewe couldn't come because of a visit from his father-in-law, elder daughter, in Liverpool from Sheffield, should have been collecting car-less elder son and family from Bradford and bringing them with her but that plan was scuppered because she has been really ill and not able to drive. That left younger daughter and boyfriend and they did come.........eventually, when boyfriend had finished shopping and driven from Doncaster to pick up daughter from Liverpool and they had stopped getting lost en route (cue sales pitch from Keith on GPS systems!)
So we did have a very pleasant meal mid-afternoon and all was well except that they brought their dog, a lively 2 year old bitch and it was hate at first sight between her and Lucy - no Christmas spirit for them, it seems.
Oh, and to top it all, Keith hasn't been well since yesterday evening and has finally agreed to give up the struggle and go to bed.
Toys for the boys
This is a photo of Keith's son and son-in-law playing with seven year old grandson's Christmas meccano set. When I say playing, they were attempting to build a motor bike, following the instructions, and having difficulty. In fact, they were quite surprised to learn that the set was for eight to twelve year olds. Is that a comment on the complexities of meccano or their meccano-building abilities? :)
P.S. I would like to report that Josie and I got our hands on it and built a model of the Camaro in the garden in five minutes........but we didn't!
Bogs again
Avid regular readers will possibly recall the problems I had finding 'conveniences' during our holiday in France, as detailed here.
Well, yesterday was a salutary reminder of that. Please note that if you are out and about in North Wales on Christmas Day, you are not expected to need the toilet. Should you in fact disappoint this expectation, you are in trouble, mate. You then have three choices:
1. Head for home at the speed of light.
2. Find a suitably private bush, preferably free of snow and thorns.
3. Go to Pentrefoelas, where you will find 'much relief' in every sense of the word!
After extensive investigation, I can fairly reliably report that these are the only toilets open in North Wales on Christmas Day. If anyone knows different, feel free to let me know. :)
Well, yesterday was a salutary reminder of that. Please note that if you are out and about in North Wales on Christmas Day, you are not expected to need the toilet. Should you in fact disappoint this expectation, you are in trouble, mate. You then have three choices:
1. Head for home at the speed of light.
2. Find a suitably private bush, preferably free of snow and thorns.
3. Go to Pentrefoelas, where you will find 'much relief' in every sense of the word!
After extensive investigation, I can fairly reliably report that these are the only toilets open in North Wales on Christmas Day. If anyone knows different, feel free to let me know. :)
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