from Hull to The Hutt
First bit of home improvement in a while – I was making the bathroom damp with my epic showers so I’ve had a hat fitted on the shower.
Seems to be working well so far, no need for the extractor fan and the mirror isn’t steamed up when I get out of the shower.
I’m not sure what’s annoying me the most about Super League right now – the annoying drummers in the crowd, or the biased referees.
St. Helens seem to have a 14th player on the pitch at times, especially when they (or Wigan or Warrington) play a Yorkshire side.
I’d switch to the NRL if the NZ Warriors weren’t so consistently crap.
First in a limited series of unsolicited pearls of wisdom offered by homeless guys riding past on a bike :-
“Try Burger King – it’s 15% dearer but it’s real food!”
Join us again soon for more valuable nuggets.
Due to NZ copywrite laws I cannot tell you what I had for breakfast this morning. I can only confirm that it was a type of wheat-based affair in a biscuit format.
Last week on the dog walk I encountered a youth subculture I’d only read about – siren boys.
In a nutshell it’s kids mounting speakers to their bikes to play highly amplified music. Apparently they’re the scourge of sports venues as they keep breaking in and nicking their PA systems.
Thankfully this crew were on a quiet street in an industrial area rather than outside the house, as they were producing some amazingly loud sounds, in short 5 to 10 second blasts. It looks as though friends were positioned a distance away (probably 50 or so yards) and measuring the decibel levels and checking sound, as success is in quality as much as volume.
The nerdy part of me wanted to go and ask them more about the rigs they had put together. The anxious part of me that gets triggered by noise pollution wanted to take a baseball bat to their bikes. Thankfully the cowardly part of me had the casting vote and we left them well alone.
It’s depressing to know that, despite being well into my fifties now, I continue be an idiot.
I stupidly succumbed to my Inner Yorkshire and decided to switch my mobile plan to a cheaper option to save a measly $15 a month.
Now I have just been notified that I’m out of mobile data and can’t switch back for another week.
Even worse I opened the app for my mobile provider and reverted to the original plan, only to realise after I had committed to the change that I edited The Duchess’ plan, not mine! She never even uses data so I’ve not saved any money at all!
7 days of having to remember to download podcasts to listen to on the dog walk, and not be able to Google those random questions that spring up in idle thought.
Like “at what age do you get the hang of things?”. I suspect that day may never come. If anyone needs me I’ll be near the wifi access point.
I think I will hold it in until I get home…
A dental practice in Equador have a therapy dog that helps scared children stay calm during treatments. Fantastic idea and another example of how amazing dogs are.
Can you imagine a therapy cat? It would scratch your face and knock the tools onto the floor before flouncing out.
I’ll stop being a dog bore now.
Spent the weekend looking after the neighbour’s dog Max. Total sweetheart who settled within an hour and tolerated Penny’s jealousy well.
Ulterior motive was to see whether Penny would cope with us getting her a little sister in the future. Results inconclusive but suspect if she had a vote it would be along the lines of Hell No!
Yep, pretty much that.
A broken country run by the absolute worst, kept in power by their rich mates who own the media and control the narrative.
So glad to be out of it, but fearful that NZ will go the same way eventually.
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