New Wheel
Posted: Sun 6 April, 2008 Filed under: Domestic, Driving 1 Comment »About two months ago, I whacked the car into a pot-hole, hard enough to knock the wheel-cover off. It went straight back on, but I knew I’d dented the rim of the wheel as well.
Since then (and bear in mind, this is before we went up to the Lake District) the steering vibrates when I’m on motorways (i.e. something over about 60-65mph) so I thought that the pot-hole had knocked the wheel alignment out a bit. It doesn’t affect the handling, but it’s noticeable – and again, we’ve done the best part of a thousand miles since it happened.
I went in yesterday to get the wheel alignment checked – and it’s not that. No, I’ve knackered the rim of the wheel itself, and have to get a complete replacement wheel. It’s still OK to drive on, but yeah, it needs replacing.
So I’ve ordered one, and booked in for getting it replaced in a couple of weeks time, when the current contract comes to an end. It’s a pain, but well, it could be worse.
Malevolent Moggy
Posted: Sat 5 April, 2008 Filed under: Animals, Domestic Leave a comment »Since the cat had his run-in with the shaver last week, he’s been even madder than usual.
So far, he’s decided that he now doesn’t care whether Hound likes something or not – if he wants to sit on me in the living room, then that’s what he’s damn well going to do. We haven’t yet worked out if this is just because he’s cold and wants to warm up by sitting on me, or if he’s just in a “Fuck you, and fuck the rest of the world too” mood. Honestly, it could even be a combination of the two.
The ultimate (so far) Feline “Fuck You” though, has been one morning this week, where he decided he was going to sleep in the dog’s basket during the day. Hound wasn’t there to see it – she’d gone to sleep somewhere else in the house – so he got in to the basket, curled up, and went to sleep.
Hound, when she found out, was beside herself – she just didn’t know what to do. She would bark at the cat, then run back away. It was hysterical to watch. Eventually, Psycho Cat just got up, glared at the dog, and stalked out of the basket, coming over to sit on me on the sofa instead.
I don’t know if his mood is going to stay once his fur has grown back – but I almost hope it does, because it does mean the dynamic is changing (again) in the house, and this time it’s changing in Psycho Cat’s favour…
Eco-Towns
Posted: Fri 4 April, 2008 Filed under: Cynicism, Green, Thoughts Leave a comment »While I don’t agree with all the new locations for the proposed ‘eco-towns’, I do think that they’re (in general) a good idea. If we are so in need of new housing, I’d far rather that it was housing that was done with some decent thought towards green power, water recycling, insulation and the like.
I wouldn’t necessarily want to live in one of the houses – although that’s mainly because I like being out here in the country, rather than in a giant housing-estate, as well as the fact we’re going to keep on working on our own green lifestyle/credentials. but I do think they’re a good thing, and if I had to live in a modern giant housing estate, I’d rather it was one of the eco-towns.
Still Talking
Posted: Fri 4 April, 2008 Filed under: Charm School, Cynicism, Driving 2 Comments »Driving to work yesterday, I spent half the journey in front of some cock who was talking into his mobile the entire way. I don’t normally want to see the police while I’m driving (not that I have a problem with them, but well – they’re never a happy sight) but damn I wanted to see one during that drive.
It amazes me still that people just think it’s OK to talk and drive. Personally, I aim to never use the phone – in fact I’ve only done so once, when the person called me back four times in a row without leaving a message, and that was when the road was straight, clear, and dual carriageway with no traffic coming the other way. I think the call lasted twenty seconds all told. Even then, it wasn’t OK to do, but was less distracting than the repeated calls.
All the same, fifteen-minute calls are taking the piss.
When I’m Cleaning Windows
Posted: Fri 4 April, 2008 Filed under: Animals, Weirdness Leave a comment »All I can say is “Rather him than me“.
Window-cleaning in alligator and snake pens, indeed. In some ways I wouldn’t mind – it’d be interesting, you can at least say that – but at the same time well, I can think of plenty of things I’d rather be doing…