As another of the probably unlimited presents I’ll be giving my offspring for Christmas, I put her new cat on the insurance today. I’ll probably need it since I discovered two headless rats placed politely outside the back door this morning. When she finds them she’s going to go bonkers.
And another thing; I’ve never really been interested in Halloween, just writing off as something we knicked from those people over the water. Something I can’t write off, as I nearly got slaughtered yesterday in Camden High Street for the heinous crime of just walking down the road, is Black Friday. Thank you all so much. I realise that it’s just a way for the retailers to make up for a really awful year but after nearly being flattened by a flying sixty inch flat screen, interrogated by a furious pensioner as to whether I’d stolen her giant turkey, despite being empty handed, and finally crushed by fifty people stampeding into a department store whose web site had succumbed to all the traffic, I think you can take it back – please.
And another thing. In disgust with me for quitting the net provider I’ve stuck with through, (no there was no thick) but thin, for eight years, they’ve reduced my speed to about five KB per hour for the final three days. I got more from my first 14/4 dial up modem about three hundred years ago. If the speed from my new one isn’t any better I’m going to scream and scream until I’m sick.