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Skip #3

Over the weekend (and mainly on Sunday, to be fair) we filled another 4ft³ skip, this time just with garden rubbish – dead plants, rubbish, and general crap. There’s a little bit more to be done (that joy will be tonight) and then the skip can go off to wherever skips go when they’re full.

And yes, in theory we could’ve taken it all to the local(ish) tip to be added to their garden waste area, but well, it would’ve taken at least five journeys, and a fortune in green plastic bags. So a skip made more sense.

For now, the garden is currently pretty much sorted. Which means we move on to the house, and doing some of the stuff that needs doing before we move in at the end of May. That means fun stuff like doing the floor tiles for three rooms, and getting everything ready for the end of the month.

It’s all coming together quite nicely, thankfully.

Grey

In line with the post over the weekend about getting older, there’s one other crystal-clear sign of that for me.

My hair is going grey. Not just a little, but now quite a lot.

I don’t mind, actually – it’s not something I worry about. Although when the grey eyebrow hairs appear, do tend to get rid of them. In the great scheme of things it’s a pretty minor vanity. I also tend to not let stubble grow too much now, as there’s significant levels of grey there too.

It’s never been unexpected though – my mum went grey very early (some less kind souls would point out that it was probably due to having me) and was pretty much totally grey by 35-40, so it’s no shock to see myself heading in a similar direction.

All the same though, well, I’m going grey

Empire

One sign that you’re getting old is when a magazine celebrates its 18th birthday, and you remember reading the first one. And, unless the parents have recently thrown it out, (yes, I admit, I think there’s still a box of shit from when I lived at home) still have.

In the intervening 18 years, I’ve bought and read just about every issue of “Empire” magazine.

But it still makes me feel old, knowing that Empire has now been going that long.

Card Processing

One of the jobs that needs doing on the new house is to get the electricity supply and meter moved. Because of the region we’re in, we have to use EDF Energy.

Yesterday we got the quote for the work – some £320 or so – and advice on how to pay it. Of course, we want this done ASAP, so I call up their call centre to use a credit card to pay for it. Ho hum.

Anyway, I (eventually) get through – after 25 minutes on hold – and go through the credit card malarkey with the person on the other end. All fine – I’m never overly happy about giving over credit card details on the phone, but yadda yadda, could be worse. Until the end of the call…

“OK, I’ll take these details over to my supervisor, she’ll key them in, and we’ll get this done for you.”
“Woah! You mean you’ve not been doing this directly into the system?”
“No, we write it all down, then pass it on to our supervisor who’s authorised to enter the details. It’s security, you see.”
“OK, put me through to your supervisor NOW, please”

So I get through to the supervisor, who goes through the process again. She can’t understand why I have a huge problem with giving all my credit card details – including the security number on the back -and address details, and having some divvy little git writing them down before processing them. Then I say “Well, how would you feel if you called somewhere, and they did this with your credit card?”.
“Ah, I see your point. Well, all the paperwork is destroyed afterwards.”
“OK, and what’s to stop – say – one of your call takers from bringing in a sheet of carbon paper (I know, low-tech) , so they write the details down, and at the same time the carbon paper means a duplicate copy has been taken. Do you check for things like that?”
“Um. No.”

It’s all been done now, but I’ll be keeping a close eye on the card account over the next couple of weeks. And writing a snotty letter to EDF Energy about this method of payment processing…

Unknown Caller

Sometimes I love Google.

Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve intermittently been getting called by a number I don’t know. Always when I’m in a meeting, or whatever, so I never answer the bloody thing.

Anyway, today I got another call, and decided to find out a bit more. So I put the number into Google. Nothing useful came up, so I ended up starting off with the area code, then narrowing it down further. And in the end I got a result. So now I know who keeps on calling me. I won’t link to them or owt just yet, ’til I know what the chuff they’re playing it. But at least I’m now armed with a bit more knowledge.

Productive

Oh yeah, the meeting yesterday went fine – very productive, got a lot of stuff sorted out and now it’s all ready to go.

Well, I say “ready to go”, I mean “ready for me to start working on it to figure out how the hell everything will be working out”.

But all told, yes, very positive.

Rain

Ah, lovely – we’ve got rain this morning. It’s not (currently) all that much, but as this area hasn’t had any this month it’s better than nothing.

Now it’d be nice if it fell for most of the day.

Not that I dislike the sun or anything, just that we need some balance. Particularly as there’s veg been planted up at the new house which will be very happy to see rain…

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