Monthly Archives: May 2009

All right, then

Another lovely sunny summer’s day, hot, dry, blue sky, fluffy little cumulus clouds… all it needed was Pooh Bear, a blue balloon, and a suitable length of strong string.

Well, what it got was a giant size cardboard box, two stout Welsh delivery men and a new fridge freezer by Miele.

The rest of the day was a battle with reversing doors in the middle of a growing heap of cardboard, plastic film, and exploded polystyrene. [Yes, I know it's expanded polystyrene.  My version is more fun.]

Reversing the doors

Reversing the doors

We arrive at the end of the day with all the packing stuffed into a large black plastic sack and our new fridge freezer glowing comfortably in a corner of the kitchen.  The contents of the old fridge and freezer has been sorted and transferred across, looking rather lost and miserable in all that new space.

“That needs more stuff, that’s what that needs,” I said.

“Right.”

“I shall go shopping tomorrow and begin the accumulation of stuff.”

“Right.”

“You happy with it?”

“Too right. You?”

“Oh, yes.  When it’s got a good layer of notes, fridge magnets and stuff it’ll be fine.  Bit plain until then.”

“You put a single fridge magnet on our lovely new fridge and I shall do damage to you.”

“Oh.  All right, then.”

Isn’t digital technology wonderful?

I’ve been threatening to do it for a long, long time.  Buy myself the complete film works of Laurel and Hardy in a DVD boxed set.  Alright, for the perfectionist, it isn’t quite complete, and some of the ‘prints’ are of questionable quality.  But for a true L&H fan of close to 70 years, it’ll do me nicely.

My ear will be full of milk

My ear will be full of milk

I’ve been watching the price for some time.  Started at £199, which is way out of budget.  It’s been coming down in fits and starts, though, and when I saw it on Amazon today for £34 I could sit on my hands no longer.

“Do you think I’m naughty?” I asked, seeking reassurance.

“Twenty-one disks for 34 quid?  You’d be crazy not to.  You’ve been going on about them for as long as I’ve known you.”

“OK.  Done.”

Isn’t digital technology wonderful?

Sunshine and white goods

“Turned the corner this afternoon,” I said yesterday and, for once, I think I was right.  I’ve been coughing hardly at all, and my nose and throat have felt sore but almost normal.

Which is good.

I have however been seized with the need to catch up with sleep and so have spent a great deal of time slumbering on the day bed by the window, much cheered by the song of the birds and the chattering of the squirrels on what has been a classically beautiful summer’s day.

We did manage one outing, over to Llansamlett, where we finally bought our fabled Miele fridge/freezer.  The one we’d promised ourselves ever since we moved in.  It’s scheduled for delivery on Sunday, and will make ours an entirely Miele kitchen–something we’ve dreamed about for years and years, never expecting to achieve it.

Our new fridge/freezer, from the catalogue

Our new fridge/freezer, from the catalogue

We’re more than satisfied with our earlier purchase of a Miele washer/dryer and dishwasher, both of which have functioned perfectly since the day they were plugged in.  And, proof of the pudding or, at least, part of it, the reduction in our electricity consumption is majorly significant.  The new fridge/freezer, replacing two separate units, is liable to be even more noticeable.

Graham is already gently prodding me, trying to make me decide on the cooker we shall have when we remodel the kitchen next year.  I haven’t decided yet–it’s a complex question, but I’m leaning heavily towards a … [wouldn't you like to know!]

Hey ho.

And now it’s 19:58, the evening is wearing on, and I’m ready for the first of my two glasses of wine, an episode of Buffy, and a fish-and-chips supper.

Good night, all… humpty-dump-de-humpty-dump-de-hump-dump-dump…

Bleuh!

Well.  I had my autumn cold, which morped into my winter cold, dug its heels in and turned into a nice little winter ‘flu.

It wasn’t until I dug my heels in and insisted on Prednisolone (one tablet per day for six days) that the darned thing went away and left me to pick up the pieces.

That’s what I’ve been busy doing ever since.

Until yesterday.  Yesterday I started on a nice little summer ‘flu.

Doctors are not much use to an old man with recurring colds and ‘flu.  No romance or excitement, I suppose.

So, there you go.  I’ve had a nasty 36 hours but turned the corner this afternoon.

Bleuh!

It’s all about relativity

One of the most irritating and insidious types of TV and low-grade print advertising these days seems always to start or contain something like the phrase:  ”Do you lay awake at night worrying about your debts?”

Drives me up the wall, does that.  I’ve never liked the thought that some people thrive on other people’s misfortunes.

I have a nasty suspicion that when personal debt mounts to worrying levels the only sound solution is to budget, get a job… stop spending.  Wasting time on cruddy advertisements is like hoping no-one will notice if you make that smelly pair of socks last another day.

Dunno.  I don’t have any magic pill to offer people who have gotten into debt, whether through their own fault or not.  All you can do is put your head down and soldier through the crisis.

Me, I have a very minor case of the opposite problem.  What do I do with my spare cash?

It’s not a lot of money, just what’s left over from spending sensibly and within budget for a number of years.  Currently it’s in near-cash [Premium Bonds, actually], not earning any interest, but safe as any such funds can be.  If and when the financial world recovers I shall invest it somewhere where it’ll earn a bit of a return, not a lot, not to be risky, but enough to add a few quid each month over and above inflation.  It’s not money I’m planning on spending, just a nice little nest egg to leave when I go.

In years gone by I’d have taken a goodly proportion of it and worked out an investment programme for the best return, taking a modicum of risk but watching like a hawk for any sign of another down-turn.  Now… all that seems far too much like hard work to me, and requires rather more steady research and concentration than I can muster.

I ain’t complaining.  I hope I’m not boasting.  But I find it hard to believe that there aren’t a fair number of folks in the same boat.  With general disillusion in the financial institutions, that number may well grow.

So where’s the ‘Senior Bonds’, then, giving us old ‘uns a fair return while putting the money to better use?

Hey ho.  It’s a very small problem, but all these things are relative when you come down to it.