For years, all the utility companies I use (and there have been a lot because I change almost every year to get a better deal) have been urging me to get a smart-meter. "It'll save you money," they said, "It'll save you having to give meter readings," they said.
And all the time, what they weren't saying was that if I did get aforementioned meters, they wouldn't work properly if I changed utility companies. Due to the slug-like inertia of law making in this country (except where more taxes were raised) the government have been promising to make them improve the meters, but never did, and the power companies were quite openly taking the p***.
Now they have, and so have I.
Not that it will make much difference, my monthly fuel bills are around £25 for gas and £15 for electricity. It's amazing how much they drop when you don't have a younger version of yourself taking thirty five baths per week and leaving every light switch in the entire house on - forever.
I've also found an amazing diet. In the hospital yesterday, they hacked what felt like a pound of meat from my arm, and almost as much from my back. While all I had to do was lie still, which isn't easy when one is pretty much immune to anesthetic in all it's forms.
I did warn the doc, so it's not my fault that I almost screamed a profanity when the scalpel sliced into my arm. The look in her eyes, the only bit of her I could see, plainly said "you are such a wuss", and injected more stuff in my arm before hacking away with even more ferocity.
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