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Emergency bacon
Nov. 3rd, 2010 02:04 pmOur shower has died. Then the hot water tank decided it didn't want to play either[1] (broken valve).
The DWP continues to be a stupid and intractable bureaucracy, generally giving the appearance of a strong desire to make ill people worse[2].
This morning, while driving to Oxford, there was a bang noise under the bonnet and several warning lights came on[3].
At least when I went to Sainsbury's to buy bread for lunch they had decent bacon half-price on the deli counter. (The plan was for bread and soup, but I strongly feel that a bacon sandwich will help me cope with the rest of the day.)
[1] At least we only need to call out a plumber once to deal with the two problems. See, there's always a silver lining, even when you're washing yourself in the handbasin with the aid of a spare kettle.
[2] This is unfair to the staff at our local jobcentre, who are mostly helpful and useful, and many of whom understand that disabled people generally suffer from disabilities of one kind or another. The staff in the other places we have to deal with, OTOH...
[3] Naturally, it turned out I'd left my mobile at home, because the only reason I own one is to be able to call for repairs/rescue under such circumstances. Thankfully, there was a helpful lorry driver in the lay-by who very kindly lent me his, and the local agent was (a) local, (b) efficient, and (c) cheery.
The DWP continues to be a stupid and intractable bureaucracy, generally giving the appearance of a strong desire to make ill people worse[2].
This morning, while driving to Oxford, there was a bang noise under the bonnet and several warning lights came on[3].
At least when I went to Sainsbury's to buy bread for lunch they had decent bacon half-price on the deli counter. (The plan was for bread and soup, but I strongly feel that a bacon sandwich will help me cope with the rest of the day.)
[1] At least we only need to call out a plumber once to deal with the two problems. See, there's always a silver lining, even when you're washing yourself in the handbasin with the aid of a spare kettle.
[2] This is unfair to the staff at our local jobcentre, who are mostly helpful and useful, and many of whom understand that disabled people generally suffer from disabilities of one kind or another. The staff in the other places we have to deal with, OTOH...
[3] Naturally, it turned out I'd left my mobile at home, because the only reason I own one is to be able to call for repairs/rescue under such circumstances. Thankfully, there was a helpful lorry driver in the lay-by who very kindly lent me his, and the local agent was (a) local, (b) efficient, and (c) cheery.