Upset stomach, haven't been able to keep food down for hours. But the Scottish oatcakes with colby cheese is sitting OK.

Phone rings. "Hello," says I.
Long pause at other end.
"You don't speak, I hang up," says I.
Still nothing.
"Goodbye," says I just as the other party started to talk.

Typical telemarketer.

Had another one last night at 7:15 pm, "selling" a power supply pricing comparison. Already done that, managed to score a 34% discount for two years without leaving my current (accidental pun) supplier.
So I wasn't interested in their guff.

"Are you the person responsible for bill-payments?"
"No." (I am but fuck them)
"Can I speak with that person?"
"No, not here."
"……….."

I had one of those at the same time as a larger iPad 3. Frankly as far as performance went, there was no significant difference between the two despite the 3 having twice the RAM & a newer processor. Nice find at that price.

A couple of years ago I needed to shorten the leg length of some jeans I'd bought, there was no time to have them adjusted in a shop, so I used duct tape. To my surprise, that stuff survived dozens of hot water washes in the laundry. Today I bought some more jeans & used the same process to shorten them.

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@kdfrawg Work is the curse of the drinking class.

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Is this something to do with you? There was a TV program broadcast a few hours ago (I missed it but can watch it on catch-up) with this description:

2017-06-27 at 01.44

It was a repeat of an earlier show.

Just been perusing my latest utility bill: Of the cost of gas, usage forms just 22% of the cost, 10% being the GST (VAT equivalent). The remainder is the supply charge.

Fuckwits. Dumb bastards shared a 15 MB .pub file to Facebook. Can only be opened by Windoze computers. The file could have been shared easily as a 60 KB PDF. That way phones & Macs can open it as well.

Feeling better, cancelled doctor appointment

Food choice made: reheat spaghetti bolognaise