Have you considered listening to a different radio station?
... or turning the radio off?
In a general sort of way, I wouldn't be in favour of encouraging Classic FM ("the world's slowest music") to play any more "relaxing" music than they do already. When David and I used to hire a car and travel about the UK on holiday, we'd start with Radio 4, then if it was doing something we didn't fancy, we'd go with Radio 3. If it wasn't to our taste, we'd try Classic FM, and it nearly always seemed to be playing "Smooth Classics at 2" or "Relaxing Classics at 7" or some such.
Even when it wasn't, the chances were you'd get either the Adagio (take your pick from Barber or Albinoni) or the slow movement of Mozart's Clarinet Concerto.
Don't get me wrong; Classic FM is basically a Good Thing, as it's brought classical music to lots of people who might otherwise never have heard it.
TICTH the cobbler living his best life, who refused to repair my boots on the grounds it would involve hand sewing and he didn’t want to. (Not it can’t be done, it’s not economic or he personally can’t do it, just doesn’t want to.)
I mean, if I guess if you run your own business it’s your call.
TICTH the cobbler living his best life, who refused to repair my boots on the grounds it would involve hand sewing and he didn’t want to. (Not it can’t be done, it’s not economic or he personally can’t do it, just doesn’t want to.)
I mean, if I guess if you run your own business it’s your call.
You're not obligated to read my posts if you don't share my sense of humour. You seem to have a real problem with me existing and I'm buggered if I know why.
Thanks - I really liked that programme, until the quakes when the bookshelf took out the the TV in a triumph of culture over crass commercialism,
Both Yes Minister and Yes Prime Minister were also published in book form in the form of Jim Hacker's diaries, with interpolated recollections from Sir Bernard Woolly and extracts from the Applebee Papers. Well worth getting your hands on.
TICTH Tesco's in Linlithgow, who have done a major re-organisation of the shop. The new layout, to put it mildly, is Not An Improvement*, and shopping takes twice as long because I no longer know where anything is.
Our local Tess Coe had a refurb a year or so ago, but to be fair it was an improvement (once it was completed), except for the outward-opening doors on the chiller cabinets - they're awkward for this Pore Pheeble Old Man to open, whilst simultaneously trying to (a) stand up, and (b) manoeuvre the trolley so as to keep it out of people's way...
At least I now know where Stuff is (mostly - I do sometimes have to ask one of the ever-helpful staff, whereupon I usually find that I'm standing right in front of the correct shelf ).
Another minor downside (for Me!) to the refurb is the remoteness of the alcohol aisle from the checkouts and exit, but that, the manager told me, was to deter crime - it's a long way from the bottles to the door!
Our village Co-Op has sliding doors on its cabinets - still awkward, but a bit easier. It's a small store, and there simply wouldn't be enough room for outward-opening doors.
I used to have my supermarket list on a spreadsheet. When the periodic reordering happened, I would simply go up and down the aisles in the usual way, numbering the items in my list in the order I found them. When I got home, I’d put the new numbers into the spreadsheet and re-sort it. Hey presto! A list of my usual stuff in the correct order. The first shop after a reordering was always a bit of a faff, but after that it was plain sailing again.
In fairness, I must commend the staff at Tessie's - they must be well fed up of gormless old eejits like me asking stupid questions, but they're always cheerful and polite.
It also helped with making a list, since it had all our regular(-ish) items on it, and I could just go through adding quantities or deleting items as required - and writing on any extras.
I use two supermarkets depending on what other shopping I am doing. Woolworths to the east is bigger and there are 4 or 5 aisles I seldom visit.
The other one, New World is smaller, but friendlier.
NZ only has 2 supermarket chains (except for a new Aldi in Auckland), so there is no real competition. The Government have said they are keen to change this but so far it's only words.
Mrs RR and I, resting from our Sabbath labours, and taking advantage of (at las!) the lovely sunny weather, decided to have a spot of Tiffin in the back garden. Bliss! Cherry tree in blossom, cats recharging the solar cells in their tummies. Then some B*gg*r over the back fence starts up his (why is it always an He?) loud lawn mower. Can't hear myself think, let alone the sweet nothings from Mrs RR.
To hell with all motorised high-octane lawn mowers!
One of my colleagues in the choir at church was complaining last night of somebody running a chain-saw (or similarly noisy apparatus) at three o'clock in the morning. She was Not Pleased.
I only live a few minutes' walk along the street from her, but I was deep in the land of Nod; having dodgy hearing can have its advantages!
Years ago, in Glasgow, I had colleagues who lived in a typical tenement block. Their neighbour was an elderly gentleman who was sadly suffering from dementia and had a tendency to play the bagpipes at unusual times.
I consign to hell the phone tree for the NYC Medicaid office phone number, which as far as I can figure out after many, many attempts has no way to speak to a human agent, which is what I need. I furthermore consign to hell whatever glitch in Medicaid caused my brother to be charged $1067 for his hospital stay in 2024 when it should have been entirely covered. I have been trying to deal with this for hours now.
I don’t know if this will work in your situation, but I have sometimes found that the way round a phone tree is to pretend to be really incompetent. So I don’t press numbers, or speak clearly with my query, and eventually the machine gives up and sends me to a human call handler.
Is it just me but I want to consign to hell what i see as a misuse of the word "needs" and how prevalent it is in society. It's bringing out the worst of me in terms of pedantry as people tell me they are meeting my needs (how very dare!) (and no they are not) or what their "needs" are when what is being referenced is what works best from their perspective, or their preference or such.
It's like fingernails on a blackboard when I hear the word "needs" these days.
I think today I am consigning my family to hell. Husband who hasn't organised to get the cooling system serviced, daughter who is complaining about the noise it's making and keeping her awake. Me worrying about full house of guests coming tomorrow and no cool air on a very hot day. Also sister for too many reasons and me overtired and hot and having to go to the shops to stock up on everything I can think of!! Oh and highchair stored in the ceiling and needs wiping before visitors. I'll be glad when next week comes and life returns to normal.
Apparently what passes for an English lesson in my son's school is learning to sing Baby Shark (and then regaling your parents with it non-stop for a week)
My bank has blocked my on-line account and I'm now in a queue trying to sort it out. Its all because I tried to transfer some money to a new building society account and they think I've been scammed. I appreciate them trying to safeguard my account but I wish they'd find a less drastic way of doing it, and I wish they'd answer their phone, I have been hanging on the phone for ages.
Well, shit. I had a similar problem last week when I tried to buy a lot of books from Ireland--and the very officious idiots at Unnamed Credit Card decided they'd require 2 factor identification on the process, when they'd never done so before, and I wasn't even aware that they COULD do so--And then, when it took me more than 5 minutes to get my husband's phone out of the car he'd left it in, they very kindly informed the seller that I was fraudulent. Which further fucked up the transaction, and when I attempted to use a different card, the seller declined that as I was now a known risk. I finally had to use Paypal. Grrrrrr.
What a pain! Many years ago our bank blocked my husband whilst he was at a conference on the basis that he was using our joint account in America whilst I was simultaneously using our joint account in Scotland.
On his next trip to America he contacted the bank in advance to say that he was travelling with work, and without his wife. They blocked him again after he bought gifts for the kids in FAO Schwarz, on the grounds that he was supposed to be in America on a work trip and it was an "abnormal" purchase for a father to buy toys for his children on a work trip.
Still having problems transferring money, even though it was supposed to be sorted yesterday. I think I might do it the old fashioned way and take in a cheque!
I don't think I even have a chequebook now, with online banking, debit cards etc., generally so safe and convenient. As with all such things, of course, all is well until it isn't...
That said, I'm impressed (in a way) with the speed with which one's bank detects, or thinks it detects, something wrong. It's happened to me once or twice, and, although I haven't lost any £££, I've had to wait a day or two for a replacement debit card. I now keep a few pounds in cash, to cover any immediate shopping needs, but I have a second account, with a different bank, which also has a debit card. Belt, Braces, and String, IYSWIM!
I found my old Bank of Montreal cheque book the other day when I was rootling through David's stuff; the last time I used it was when I paid a traffic violation fine just after he died. I had mentioned in the covering letter that he had died, and the RCMP returned my cheque, uncashed, with a lovely letter expressing their condolences.
Canadians are nice.
Having said that, some of their bureaucracy sucks great festering goose-balls; I was trying to do something with the BMO account a while back, and ended up having to renew my password. Which I can't do, because you need either a Canadian phone number or email address to do that, neither of which I have ...
I don't think I even have a chequebook now, with online banking, debit cards etc., generally so safe and convenient. As with all such things, of course, all is well until it isn't...
That said, I'm impressed (in a way) with the speed with which one's bank detects, or thinks it detects, something wrong. It's happened to me once or twice, and, although I haven't lost any £££, I've had to wait a day or two for a replacement debit card. I now keep a few pounds in cash, to cover any immediate shopping needs, but I have a second account, with a different bank, which also has a debit card. Belt, Braces, and String, IYSWIM!
None of which are sufficient in our case...
I'm thinking I'll just tattoo my ass navy blue and be done with it.
I don't think I even have a chequebook now, with online banking, debit cards etc., generally so safe and convenient. As with all such things, of course, all is well until it isn't...
That said, I'm impressed (in a way) with the speed with which one's bank detects, or thinks it detects, something wrong. It's happened to me once or twice, and, although I haven't lost any £££, I've had to wait a day or two for a replacement debit card. I now keep a few pounds in cash, to cover any immediate shopping needs, but I have a second account, with a different bank, which also has a debit card. Belt, Braces, and String, IYSWIM!
None of which are sufficient in our case...
I'm thinking I'll just tattoo my ass navy blue and be done with it.
Well, yes. I do appreciate the fact that not everyone has the same advantages as I...
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In a general sort of way, I wouldn't be in favour of encouraging Classic FM ("the world's slowest music") to play any more "relaxing" music than they do already. When David and I used to hire a car and travel about the UK on holiday, we'd start with Radio 4, then if it was doing something we didn't fancy, we'd go with Radio 3. If it wasn't to our taste, we'd try Classic FM, and it nearly always seemed to be playing "Smooth Classics at 2" or "Relaxing Classics at 7" or some such.
Even when it wasn't, the chances were you'd get either the Adagio (take your pick from Barber or Albinoni) or the slow movement of Mozart's Clarinet Concerto.
Don't get me wrong; Classic FM is basically a Good Thing, as it's brought classical music to lots of people who might otherwise never have heard it.
I mean, if I guess if you run your own business it’s your call.
‘Fraid so…
CGSM.
You're not obligated to read my posts if you don't share my sense of humour. You seem to have a real problem with me existing and I'm buggered if I know why.
Keep it up @KarlLB - you and my late Dad have similar senses of humour and I enjoy the reminders.
Consignment of Geriatric Shoe Menders - from Yes Minister.
Both Yes Minister and Yes Prime Minister were also published in book form in the form of Jim Hacker's diaries, with interpolated recollections from Sir Bernard Woolly and extracts from the Applebee Papers. Well worth getting your hands on.
* the word "clusterfuck" springs to mind ...
At least I now know where Stuff is (mostly - I do sometimes have to ask one of the ever-helpful staff, whereupon I usually find that I'm standing right in front of the correct shelf
Another minor downside (for Me!) to the refurb is the remoteness of the alcohol aisle from the checkouts and exit, but that, the manager told me, was to deter crime - it's a long way from the bottles to the door!
Our village Co-Op has sliding doors on its cabinets - still awkward, but a bit easier. It's a small store, and there simply wouldn't be enough room for outward-opening doors.
I use two supermarkets depending on what other shopping I am doing. Woolworths to the east is bigger and there are 4 or 5 aisles I seldom visit.
The other one, New World is smaller, but friendlier.
NZ only has 2 supermarket chains (except for a new Aldi in Auckland), so there is no real competition. The Government have said they are keen to change this but so far it's only words.
To hell with all motorised high-octane lawn mowers!
I only live a few minutes' walk along the street from her, but I was deep in the land of Nod; having dodgy hearing can have its advantages!
Here's a selection - mine are Black:
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Good luck with it @NicoleMR
It's like fingernails on a blackboard when I hear the word "needs" these days.
I know I am not being rational but there you go.
Seconded!
On his next trip to America he contacted the bank in advance to say that he was travelling with work, and without his wife. They blocked him again after he bought gifts for the kids in FAO Schwarz, on the grounds that he was supposed to be in America on a work trip and it was an "abnormal" purchase for a father to buy toys for his children on a work trip.
That said, I'm impressed (in a way) with the speed with which one's bank detects, or thinks it detects, something wrong. It's happened to me once or twice, and, although I haven't lost any £££, I've had to wait a day or two for a replacement debit card. I now keep a few pounds in cash, to cover any immediate shopping needs, but I have a second account, with a different bank, which also has a debit card. Belt, Braces, and String, IYSWIM!
Canadians are nice.
Having said that, some of their bureaucracy sucks great festering goose-balls; I was trying to do something with the BMO account a while back, and ended up having to renew my password. Which I can't do, because you need either a Canadian phone number or email address to do that, neither of which I have ...
None of which are sufficient in our case...
I'm thinking I'll just tattoo my ass navy blue and be done with it.
Well, yes. I do appreciate the fact that not everyone has the same advantages as I...