Last year I wrote about a conversation with scammers claiming to be BT Technical department. They haven’t given up and continue to provide amusement.
A few months ago our BT land line was practically unusable. It crackled so much conversation was almost impossible, rather defeating it own purpose. We called BT (the real BT) to report a problem. It took several attempts as the line was so bad the call centre agent couldn’t hear us. Continue reading
A year after the EU referendum I am still dejected. I made my views clear before the vote and they have not changed. I have not heard one convincing argument to persuade me leaving the EU is the right choice and I will exercise my democratic right to continue arguing for remain. The entire handling of the referendum and its consequences has been nothing but lies, damned lies and dereliction of public duty by government and parliament. Continue reading
I joined the labour party the day after the 2015 general election and resigned on 19th January 2017. Jeremy Corbyn’s stance on the Article 50 bill was the final straw but I had been feeling uncomfortable for months. Labour should have been a natural fit, the more so for some of Corbyn’s policies, but it wasn’t. What had gone wrong? Continue reading
I am on holiday from work this week. This morning the phone rang while I was lazing in bed reading the news and finishing a second cup of tea.
“This is BT Technical Department”, announced a distant voice in an accent that sounded Indian, “we are calling to tell you that due to problems with your computer you will be disconnected from the internet for three months”. Continue reading
Six months after the death of Flash the Dog and my daughters were increasing the frequency with which they mentioned puppies. “Wouldn’t a puppy be cute?” and “Ah, look at this one,” while pointing to pictures of small dogs behaving in a variety of amusing or charmingly mischievous ways, punctuated conversations on a daily basis. But one daughter is lodging while she looks for a job and the other is planning to leave for university in a little over six months. The last time I checked, dogs live for considerably longer than six months, puppies grow up and few halls of residence cater for pets. Continue reading
I needed to take a break from work but I would have been happy to laze around at home idling my time away. That seemed the easy option. I felt too tired to bother with the effort of choosing and arranging a holiday away. Continue reading
It is with great sadness that we say goodbye to Flash the dog. Renowned for his footballing skills and persistence with stick retrieval, Flash has died aged 11. A working Sheep Dog or Border Collie, he was born on 23rd January 2002 the son of Sid and Bonnie. He was registered in the name of Sid with the International Sheep Dog Society on24th July 2002. Continue reading
I just saw this Tweet quoting Desmond Tutu: “Boys, it is when you stand up for girls and women that you measure up as a man.” How brilliant. How true. All my life I have been lucky enough to be supported by men who have not been scared, worried or intimidated by the idea that women and girls in their lives might “do better” than them: whether winning at sport, earning more money or holding more senior positions. Continue reading
One of Jamie Oliver’s restaurants was recently in the news because it was fined for serving ordinary pasta to a customer who had specifically ordered gluten free pasta. It had “failed to exercise due diligence and take all appropriate precautions that meals were served as requested”. Other restaurants should take note, it seems to be a common failing. Continue reading
How old do you have to be to be a Grumpy Old Woman? 50? 60? 80? If I’m not old enough yet, I’ll settle for Grumpy Middle Aged Woman. Yes, that will be it, simple arithmetic: young women 16-39, middle aged women 40-63 and old women 64-87; 88+ very old! OK, I admit it: I feel a lot older now than I did when I was 40 – mostly when I go running or to the gym where “getting old” is my excuse for not keeping up with the twenty-somethings. Continue reading