Unbelievably I have had yet another poorly sighted individual trying to sell me their wares on the doorstep. This time a youngish foreign lass had a stack of paintings with her and in broken English tried to start her sales pitch. Unlucky.................I pointed at the sign, told her I don’t buy at the door and she slung her hook (well actually she slung her paintings over her shoulder) and departed. Looks like I will have to install a row of land mines to deter further intrusions.
Glad to see that despite the recent articles in the media exposing Tesco for advertising bargains that do not really exist, things have not changed. I bought a brand of kitchen rolls there today for £1.86 in the regular aisle, great, fairly cheap for something that in the end finds its way to the bin. However, on walking around to the ‘promotions’ they had the same item for the bargain price of £2.00............... When I went to the checkout the higher price scanned. Needless to say I brought this to the attention of the staff and the price was amended. It is also cheaper to buy two 24 packs of Weetabix than to buy a 48 pack one............... Looks like I will start shopping elsewhere soon. Upon returning to the same store two days later I noticed all the kitchen rolls were priced at £2.00 – what a surprise................
This week I watched a television programme that highlighted how people in China ‘love’ their dogs. This manifests itself in taking the poor mutts to specialist ‘poodle parlours’ to have them clipped, and dyed to make them appear as various other animals such as tigers, pandas and cows. There was one poor creature that had been sprayed to look like it was wearing a bikini and another who was coloured up as Superman. Manicures complete with nail varnish were being carried out on the dogs too. The whole thing made the way pooches are pampered in the USA look totally normal.
Cadbury’s crème eggs are in the shops already, however this time the early batch is called ‘Screme Eggs’ and aimed at the Halloween market. The only difference is the yellow yolk is now green; the taste is just the same as the originals. True to form I expect the ‘real’ crème eggs to be in the shops the week before Christmas, at which point I will feel obliged to carry out a taste test. I am sure there is a law that these tasty morsels have to be eaten three at a time.
My parents’ conservatory roof has become covered in mildew and general grime over the past couple of years so off I went with the power washer to blast away the offending dirt. Most of the roof was easy to access whilst balancing on the top platform of a step ladder and by using a combination of brushes, water and cloths I managed to achieve a good result. To reach the trickier bits I had to hang out of an upstairs window with my parents holding onto my legs.............rather in keeping with the type of health and safety precautions I have seen in mainland Europe. The guttering around the structure was clogged up with leaves and bread deposited by the birds, along with standing water which cannot drain away effectively due to the poor installation of the gutters and no downward slope towards the drainpipe. Anyhow, I decided the best course of action would be to remove as much of the water as possible so I could locate the leaves more easily. I asked my Mum for a scoop to make the job easier (fully expecting a yogurt pot or similar to be produced)..........she returned with an ice cream scoop. There really is no hope for some people.
My brother and his girlfriend are currently holidaying in Australia with a bit of Hong Kong and Singapore thrown in for good measure. They have been having a great time by all accounts with good weather and plenty of new experiences. During a telephone call to my parents the other day he mentioned he had taken “quite a few” photos of this trip of a lifetime..............around one hundred. Good grief, have I not taught him anything? One hundred is only a couple of day’s worth in my world. How can anyone travel all that way and only take a few photos? Bonkers if you ask me. Needs his bumps feeling.
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