Once again, my blog has been overshadowed by the act of terrorism which took place in London yesterday.
My big brother, Archie, used to write that he could not understand humans who set out to kill in ways such as this. He wondered why, if you wanted to pick a fight, you didn’t just have a scrap in the playground with the person you had a grievance with rather than indiscriminately murder innocents. A bit like having two champions, one for each side, who knock the hell out of each other. Then the rest of us can go about our business in safety.
A bit naive I know, but we’re cats. We have simple ideas, mostly about eating and sleeping. I do wonder whether it’s a bonus having a smaller brain though. Less room for the horrible, nasty thoughts which can go on in a human cranium.
So, thank you to all the emergency services and anybody else who rushed to assist the dying and injured yesterday. And to the nasty terrorists, a message:-
Grow up and give up. You won’t win………
Day 9 in the land of the car with one wing mirror and we finally have a resolution to the problem, thanks to the valiant efforts of the perpetrator ‘s insurance company. A very nice chap came to the house today bringing the gift of a brand new mirror which he simply plugged in, having unscrewed the old one. Mother is chuffed to bits.
It would seem that the slippery sod who knocked the old mirror off has been ignoring his insurers for the past week by refusing to answer the phone. They have chosen the sensible path and settled the issue without talking to him. Mother is sure that his insurance premium will increase considerably next time he renews, but knows that he’ll probably continue to drive without it which is what these irresponsible little eejits are prone to do.
Back in hospitalville, Granny has finally begun to wake up having been virtually comatose for 2 days. This is largely due to the fact that Mother has asked them to stop the 30mg tablets of codeine they’d put Granny on. A mere whiff of the old narcotic turns Granny into a zombie. Mother has announced this on several occasions but they’ve taken no notice of her. How quickly the kudos of being a nurse prescriber wears off……….
And so the balancing act continues. Treat the heart failure, knacker the kidneys. Treat the kidneys, wait for the legs to swell up again. Treat the pain, induce the stupor. Treat the drowsiness, there’s bugger all hope of Granny moving.
The joys of getting old, eh……
Yesterday, Mother rattled off an email to the elves at OVO to ask them to provide the passcode for the energy monitoring device. This was sent in her usual flippant style announcing the fact that the engineer forgot to put the batteries in.
Imagine her dismay, then, when a return email suggested that if she didn’t know which batteries she needed, she could take the device to a battery shop where, if she was very lucky, they would also put the batteries in for her.
How old or thick or incapable do they think she is? She is perfectly capable of telling your AA from your AAA batteries. She says that she is a woman of higher than average intelligence (!!!?). Nine of her fingers actually work (one is buggered after an accident and isn’t much use). She has already managed to insert some batteries she found in our Ever Ready drawer. She just needs a passcode.
If OVO had been billed for the amount of energy she has already expended on this problem, they would owe us at least 20 quid.
Good news is we have a plan to reset the bugger. And we’ll use it for at least a week before we get fed up and switch the thing off
Ain’t technology grand………
Today we have had a smart meter fitted. No longer is Mother going to be shoving her head through a small hole in an attempt to get her head at just the right angle to read the gas meter (ain’t varifocals a bitch?) No longer is she going to be searching for a torch which is just small enough to fit into the hole at the same time as her head. That’s right. We’ve gone headless….
Our meter readings are beaming their way through the ether to our energy provider. Which is great as long as we don’t get charged £47,000 for 20 pence worth of electricity.
We also have a device which tells us how much it’s costing us to boil a kettle. Well we would have if the engineer had put the back up batteries in it. Mother had to unplug it and now it needs a passcode to reconnect. Which we haven’t got. She’s tried 1234, 1111 and 0000. With 147 million other possibilities she’s given up.
Not so smart after all then…..
Mother is watching morning TV while eating a biscuit and pondering how she is going to get Granny to stop behaving like a child. Big G is being arsy about taking her pills and is refusing to eat.
Anyway. Back to the serious intellectual business of daytime programming. Police have just caught an illegal immigrant Polish guy, who the Poles are desperate to get back as he’s been a very naughty boy. Off he goes to court for an offence committed in this country, the Judge grants bail and guess what??
He ran off and can no longer be found…..
Can’t blame him really. It’s a bit like me being faced with an unlocked cat flap. If someone is daft enough to leave the door open, don’t be surprised if we walk through it.
Although one would have thought that a Judge, whose brain is so jam packed full of clever stuff it’s a wonder it can still fit in his skull, wouldn’t be stupid enough to open the fire exit…….
Day 2 in the land of the one mirrored vehicle, and the time has come to cobble up something to allow Mother to view what’s behind her without madly revolving her head like Linda Blair in the Exorcist. It’s just like Blue Peter round ‘ere, except swap Sticky Backed Plastic for duct tape, and the finished result definitely won’t look like Tracy Island.
Uncle Andy has managed to rebuild the mirror casing like a 3 D jigsaw but the mirror itself is so knackered that it’s no use at all. Luckily, Halfords sell stick on mirrors, and normal service has been resumed. We now need to chase the insurers to get the thing properly repaired
In another area of the city, Granny has found herself fed into the giant clonking tube also known as an MRI scanner. She was eventually escorted by the Grandson. Mother is still a teeny bit miffed by the comment ‘there’s always a lot of visitors here, one of you should be able to go with her. We’ve got no staff’ made by a senior staff nurse who really should know better than to rile a retired nurse who can eat little oiks for breakfast. Besides, there are only 4 of us, which means that the OED really should amend its definition of a crowd………..
Mother is ever so slightly pissed. Been to see Granny this morning. Sitting in the car just about to pull off when some tw*t drove past at speed and knocked her wing mirror into smithereens. Quick witted as ever, she took the number plate details, and headed off in pursuit.
Unsuccessful, she returned to the scene of the crime to pick up the bits when a small lad announced that he knew where the irresponsible shite lived. So, off Mother went, knocking on doors until she found the culprit. Bit stupid of her really as it ain’t the most salubrious area – but she found the bloke and, unless he claims that his car was driving itself when the insurers talk to him (which he didn’t at the time, he admitted to driving it, but said his music was so loud he didn’t hear the bloody great big earth shattering clunk. Thank the Lord he didn’t hit a small child), it looks like she’s going to get it sorted. Either that or she’s going to have to exact her revenge another way, as she can be a vindictive sod.
And to add insult to plastic and glass injury, I brought home a blackbird. It was a present I thought she could put with the other three and twenty and bake in a pie. She wasn’t impressed.
I worked hard to get that bird. All that stalking and concentration. You can’t just go into Marks and Spencer and pick one up in the food hall you know……