Right, back again. I was down near Exeter on Monday afternoon and yesterday and that was all fine. I stayed at very nice hotel and it was a pleasant stay and I even did some work while I was there. I have, however, developed a bit of a cold which seems to have given me rather shortness of breath. It’s nowt serious, I think my nose is just quite blocked and so I’ll be fine when it has cleared up a bit. I can tell we’re heading for winter though…
I phoned my alarm company when I got back last night and they ran me through various things to reset the alarm and none of them worked. So the conclusion was that the system itself is faulty so I need to phone them again this morning to make an appointment for someone to come out to have a look at it.
I also phoned my mum last night to see if she might be about if I needed someone to let the alarm people in and she said that was fine. Dad was there while I was talking to mum and somehow it came up in conversation about mum coming round anyway at some point and dad made some comment about how he was also “entitled” (his word) to come round because he had paid for my dishwasher. That really annoys me. I’m not suggesting that it wasn’t very kind of them to buy me a dishwasher and I do appreciate it, but it’s that my father thinks he is therefore “entitled” to things as a result of it. When I was looking for a place to buy, mum vaguely mentioned that they might be able to give me some money towards buying somewhere and I declined it because I knew that my father would see this as him having some kind of hold over me and that I would therefore owe him in ways that I could not even imagine. It just isn’t worth being in my father’s debt in any way because he will remind you of it and expect things in return. He did, however, then tell my mum to ask me what I wanted for Christmas. I replied that there was no way I was going to give an answer to that question two days into October!
On an entirely different note, I read this totally bizarre story yesterday. There are some truly weird people out there. That story raises so many questions in my mind, but ones that are probably best left in the depths of my mind. Only in America…
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Families, don't you just love em ?
TF - Families. You can't live with them. You can't kill them. Pah!
Oh but you can! hmmmm on second thoughts maybe not. Don't want to be eating 'porridge' for the rest of my life. Hang on a minute,I am eating my daily bowl of porridge PONDERS, now how to commit the perfect crime....
TF - You may be on to something and porridge may be the key. *mind starts plotting*
*Whispers to self* So... I could put something in some porridge, leave a trail of evidence leading to TF the well known porridge eater, and no-one would suspect poor innocent little old me. This plan is perfect! Perfect I tell you! *evil laugh* *slinks off into the shadows*
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