Introducing the wonderful Jen – she who is responsible for my trip to Canada all those years ago and the time and money I’ve sunk in to a sport from half way around the world.
Miss ya Jen.
Life between coffees.
Introducing the wonderful Jen – she who is responsible for my trip to Canada all those years ago and the time and money I’ve sunk in to a sport from half way around the world.
Miss ya Jen.
Decide that, ’cause it’s a perfect afternoon, you’ll duck out from work and walk the half hour to your mechanic to pick up your car thereby allowing you to run in to your boss a couple of blocks away from your office.
This then allows your boss, out on his daily walk, to ask most reasonably, “What are you doing out here Tony?”.
It can’t be a good sign when your mechanic smiles as he describes a problem, can it?
Ouch.
Just as I was preparing to get broadband put on at home (the Home 512 plan) my car’s transmission (I think it’s the bit that makes the gear changes) has decided it doesn’t want to work. I’m not sure if you’ve ever tried driving over the West Gate as traffic builds and all you can do is 40kph. It’s not pleasant.
Now the brakes are on the PC, transmission to come on the car.
I had this dream.
I paid a lot of money to the pay tv people to watch my team play and they played and they lost and I was sad and Rae was sad for me too.
And I woke up.
And I realised I hadn’t been asleep.
Someone pass me my mantra please, “In Spud we trust, in Spud we trust, in Spud we trust…”.
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The piano well and truly fell this week.
Rae’s grandmother passed away, which was sad but Rae barely knew her, a couple of meetings in 31 years I think, so it was sad in an odd, detached sort of way.
Then today Oscar, our little kitten who disappeared on Tuesday, was found. She’d been hit by a car. Poor Rae, it’s her day off and now she is spending the afternoon burying Oz in the back yard under the flower bed that the kitten loved to dig up.
Think I’ll just go home. Back tomorrow.
After a year and a half of resistance we have finally succumbed. The siren song of Fox Footy Channel became too alluring and we have dashed ourselves upon its rocks. Its very expensive rocks.
What tune did they sing? The “The only way to see the Tigers play in Adelaide this weekend is on Fox Footy Channel’ song. Yep – there is no free to air broadcast of the game on any media in Melbourne so it was either head to a pub or cough up $75 so we can watch it at home. Beer is cheaper at home and I can yell at Phee to get out of the road without fear of her turning around and decking me, so we went with option 2.
I call Telstra and eventually get through to Brenda.
B : “Let me just calculate your discount and let you know how much it will be.”
Me : <Quick mental caluculation of 5% off 75> “$71.25”
B : “Now that’s 75 and…”
Me : “It’s $71.25”
B : “…with 5% disciount.”
Me : “It’s $71.25”
B : “Let me jut get my caculator sir.”
Me : “It’s $71.25”
B: <tap tap tap mutter mutter> “..and 75”
Me : “It’s $71.25”
B : “That comes to $71.25 sir.”
Sure, we get the two channels for the rest of the year but I still hate the thought of having to pay watch a game on telly.