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How handy. I have a long lost bank account that I want to track down. It should have, oooh, about a fiver in it.
Author: graybo
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links for 2009-01-04
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links for 2009-01-03
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I like these lights a lot. The metal halide version appeals a lot to me, although the £450 price tag is less appealing.
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Time flying
It only took until around 7.15pm today, 2nd January, for me to say to Hels: "bloody hell, the year is flying past already!"
2009 is certainly going to be interesting, potentially dramatic and quite possibly bloody terrifying. As Gordon put it, we will all get there by the end of 2009, but it might be useful to know where "there" is.
Meanwhile, we have "reduced lighting" in our conservatory as the electricians have been (i.e. my father and brother) in preparation for the replacement of our conservatory this week. You’d think that replacing a conservatory would not be something to tackle in times of financial uncertainty, but this qualifies as a distress purchase due to the fact that water has been pouring in and it is about to collapse. It’s only costing us <cough> thousand pounds, but it does mean that we are the conservatory company’s new best friends. It will, at least, let in more light and reduce drafts – so we should be more energy efficient, at least by a small bit.
Other thrift measures in place include:
- taking a permit to saw down trees in a well-known National Forest and Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty in order to get cheap fuel for our home (and to wind up passing dog-walkers/conservationists);
- thinking about laying more insulation in the loft;
- starting work on the allotment – potatoes are currently chitting on my office floor and a big box of seeds lies ready. But we need to do more digging yet and also source some poo;
- encouraging Tom to use the loo instead of nappies – he is late at making this transition, but shows no enthusiasm for it;
- installing a new, energy-efficient washing machine (another distress purchase – water flooded across the floor and the engineer scratched his chin and sucked on his teeth, just as the warranty had expired);
- enjoying days out that consist of walking with occasional added pint/coffee, or heavy use of the National Trust card;
- DartTag – £1 instead of £1.50. It’s the way ahead, and it makes a groovy BEEEEEP noise and makes the barrier go up all by itself.
Are you saving cash?
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Happy Christmas
The hyperactive child is asleep. The wife is wrapping presents. Monty is in his basket. Treacle is sitting next to me.
Me? I’ve just signed my Corporation Tax return and written a fat cheque to the Revenue.
Ho ho and, indeed, ho. Merry Christmas.
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links for 2008-12-21
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Worth reading. The best advice I had was to only ever buy live mussels (we get them more-or-less straight off the boat) and to tap them when you clean them. Live, fresh mussels will close when tapped. Anything that doesn't move is dead and therefore suspect (though, I suppose, still quite edible if fresh).
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Offered on FreeCycle today
Stainless Steel bowel 10 inch Dia would do for a mixing bowel or any thing else.
If you let me know quickly, I’ll see if I can get it for you.
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links for 2008-12-18
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Steam works – that we know from past experience. But tonight is the first time I've tried raw onion as a decongestant – it's amazing! I could breathe easily after only two mouthfuls.
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links for 2008-12-17
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Purveyors of all kinds of fruit trees, bushes and plants.
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links for 2008-12-16
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I'm not convinced by this. My father had to go to hospital last week. For the last 70-odd years, he would have been treated at St Richards. As it was, he was transferred to the half-built Queen Alexandra at Cosham, another 30 minutes away.
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Wall to wall
Why is it that we seem to be suffering wall-to-wall, back-to-back illnesses in our household? I had a really rotten cold a few weeks ago. Over the weekend I had a nasty stomach bug. And now I have a sore throat, blocked sinuses and repeated sneezing. And, naturally, Hels and Tom have had/got it too.
Anyway, mustn’t grumble, and all that. None of us have had to be hospitalized, which is what happened to my Dad. He’s home now and getting better, but it was one of those stop-and-think things. Hmm.
Meanwhile, we’re all busy as mad things and wondering how we are going to survive the madness of the next fortnight. I do wonder how it is that, every year, we say we are going to do less and make the festivities simpler and more enjoyable, but still end up running around like idiots, cooking for the five thousand, spending a fortune (in spite of setting a maximum of fifteen quid on gifts) and actually not really enjoying it all as much as we’d like.
Bah! Bumhug!
Next year, we will go away for Christmas. I say it every year, but this time I mean it.