So, Charlie Chalk and I went a posing in the posh Volvo yesterday. Well actually, we just went to PC World to get him a new PC.
I was amazed when we found an Epson all in one printer for fifty pounds, I don't know how they retail such stuff at that price, my HP all in one was almost 5 times that price.
Got everything plugged together and running, then took the Volvo back to it's rightful owner Mr. Two Bikes OBC, who'd been down to Somerset to collect his new motorbike. When I say new, it's actually over 70 years old.
So Charlie has a new computer to play with and OBC a new (old) motorbike but I've got nothing new to play with. I'm also going to wait a few days before picking up the Renault, as I hadn't realised we are so close to the end of the month. If I taxed the car now, I would lose a month, I may as well tax it to run from November. It was OBC who pointed this out, which goes to show why he is management material and can afford 2 motorbikes and I am not !
I'm feeling the cold today. Shouldn't have the fire on when I am trying to keep my bills to a minimum, but it's either that or stay in bed.
McBark's gone back to his native Scotland for a few days. I hope he's got a thermal kilt. At least it buys me a couple of days from his barking and sarcasm. Yesterday he sent me a text asking me to take my digital camera down to the surgery. I enquired why. He replied "I want to make some French onion soup".
I supposed I deserved it. In actual fact he wanted photos of some of the windows at the surgery which he is thinking of having double glazed (possibly so passers by won't hear the screams of the patients). The pictures were for the glazers.
And it's panic over. I received my post card from Molly about her exhibition. For a while there, I thought she was favouring that Welder fellow.
One job I have to do which I've been putting off. I have to get my Epson printer working on the black ink. I've done about a hundred head cleaning operations and it is no better. Perhaps I should give it a tap with a Brummie screwdriver.
There was one time, I had to write a very strongly worded letter to a plumber who was a Brummie. He'd bought a vehicle from me when I worked in a main dealership. When he went to put fuel in, he couldn't get the filler cap off. He called the RAC who prized it off damaging it and then he complained to me, demanding a replacement threatening to sue etc.
Well, this was pretty much a red rag to a bull as far as I was concerned. We Yam Yams have never held Brummies as candidates for MENSA. After I referred this guy to the bit in his owners handbook which explained that when you turn the key to the unlock position on the filler cap, a slight push down, would vent the tank and then you could turn the cap to remove it.
The fact that he and a so called RAC engineer did not know this was the icing on the cake and I made comment to the inappropriate used of the Brummie screwdriver (which if you've not worked it out yet, is a hammer).
With the letter I enclosed a replacement cap free of charge. Customer care in the community...
Couple of weeks ago, I was telling Charlie Chalk in the pub how much I had been impressed with both Kill Bill 1 and volume 2.
