I don’t know how I ever had time to be employed.
Today started with a phone call.
Last night I went into a web site. It’s Sister-in-Law’s birthday shortly and I wanted to send her a small gift. The website thoroughly fucked up my order and I had to sort out the mess.
I should maybe mention that fifteen or sixteen years ago I designed, built and ran this company’s first on-line sales site. It was very successful; so successful in fact that it became almost a full time job adding little features and gizmos. I was secretly delighted when they contacted me and said they were having a new site built by another firm [for some very strange reasons that had nothing to do with my site]. Their new site didn’t work and they begged me to come back. I was enjoying the freedom and refused. They have been through another couple of web companies since and their site is still a fucking mess.
So last night I went to place my order. It was a simple order but of course the site kept fucking it up and I lost count of the repeated attempts to stop it going in circles. Eventually the order went through, with a great sigh of relief. I got their email thanking me for my order and telling me they were delivering here and not the address I had specifically specified! What the fuck? I sent them an email.
I phoned them this morning to confirm they got my email and to sort the mess out. I did not offer to fix their damned web site.
Then I had to phone the vet. Penny is showing signs of arthritis again and she is to go permanently onto a course of [very expensive] tablets from now on. Between that and her deafness, there are definite signs of ageing. I have to collect the tablets later.
Then of course there is the housework.
I have a washing on at the moment. The new machine is grand and it does the job completely. It’s currently drying the load after washing it earlier. My only complaint is that it makes a strange noise like a banshee howling in the distance. I can put up with that though as the clothes will be completely dry when it eventually finishes,
The washing up can wait.
Later I have to go out. First of all I have to head over to Skobieville to pick up Penny’s tablets, and then back to the village to collect our dinner [you don’t think I have time for cooking, do you?] and probably get emergency supplies for Daughter and her festering pit of Virus ridden brood. She has been confined to barracks since her outbreak.
I also did a wee drop of sleuthing online and discovered something interesting. The Gubmint is going mad on this fucking Warble Gloaming thing and are introducing a scheme to retrofit half a million homes to make them energy efficient. They are handing out 50% grants to anyone who wants them. BUT……. They are handing out 100% grants to those who qualify. And because I’m a registered Carer [did I mention I was doing caring today as well as everything else?] I qualify. The only drawback is the documentation they require [the deeds to the Manor?]. That can go on the long finger. The same long finger that already is occupied by having to sort out my banking.
They warned that retirement can be boring.
I don’t have time to be bored.