Showing posts with label 2023. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2023. Show all posts

Sunday, December 31, 2023

Holiday Break





It's nice to be on holidays, even if I am not actually on leave. I'm only getting the public holidays this year, but because I work M to W, and the way the public holidays fall this year, it only means I work 3 days. So, I am not, actually, taking any annual leave.

Do you know how much annual leave I have accrued, a huge number of days, as I haven't, actually, taken leave since we went to Japan in 2019. Oh, I've taken a few days over Xmas each year, but they don't amount to many, but I haven't taken any big blocks of leave.


Sam is on holidays, saying he is never going back to work. He wanted to go away overseas, but I just wasn't feeling it. How could I go away and leave my bullies?


Of course, it is now Sunday, so we are halfway through the Xmas break. And it's New Year's Eve, and we're just having a quiet one at home. What's a good New Year's Eve movie to watch?

While Buddy and Brun have never really been affected by the fire works, on New Years Eve, Otto is really sensitive to noise so we'll have to see how he goes with the fire works tonight.


We're off cleaning and painting today, as soon as we get our shit together. The sun is shining, it's a perfect day. We'll take the dogs for a run around the park in Brunswick. And then Sam is going to sugar soap some walls, and I'm going to stain some panelling which had to be replaced when a heater was changed. 


So, Happy New Year everyone.


Saturday, December 30, 2023




 

Then they cuddle up together. I love seeing them together. I love watching their closeness, it is really cool to see. The two of them are just developing that, as Otto grows up.






It is the first time we have fed Brun and Otto together. Usually we feed Brun inside and Otto outside. But they really are quite relaxed with each other, so they can eat together.

Friday, December 29, 2023

Stupid Speed Limits

Driving across the northern suburbs to clean up Sam's rental property, and to get the new wooden Venetians Blinds for our bedroom, which didn't fit, then to buy another set, which were too short, and to throw our hands up in despair at our stupidity, fuck me, how many different speed limits are there?

The multitude of speed limits now in Melbourne on any stretch of road to the extent that you are a fucking genius if at any point in your trip you, actually, know what the speed limit is at any given time.

60 speed limits have become 50, 40, 30 speed limits across the city. My theory is that governments want to drive us mad, I can't think of any other reason for these stupid speed limits. That, I assume, would give govts more power over us, you know if we go collectively mad, we'll look to the govt all gaga for them to look after us. Why else is this rampant stupidity happening?

And almost in direct relationship to speed limits decreasing, the road deaths are increasing. Our speed limits are now at an all time low, while our fatalities are at record highs.

Surely, the only conclusion one can come to is that lower speed limits are a failure.

Good work pollies, no seriously good work guys, all you have really managed to do is piss us all off.


Anyway, we're off to the rental property to vacuum and clean. A handsome guy in track pants came yesterday to pick up the mattress. Nice face, lovely smile, and a hairy lower back. 

We will be picking up our 3rd set of Venetian blinds for our room, hopefully returning the second set to the shop. The fact that we couldn't get them back in the packaging exactly right may go against us. Oh well, ho hum, what can you do. (update, no the packaging not being right didn't stop the return. yay!)


Thursday, December 28, 2023

What Have We Been Doing.





Charlie was meeting his mum and her new partner in Singapore leaving today, but JetStar cancelled the flight early this morning. He now gets a flight 31st for which he has had to pay an extra $300 with another airline. JetStar ca't get him a flight. Why would anyone book JetStar?


We're clearing out all the stuff from Sam's rental by putting it for free on Market Place. It is all the stuff we were going to take to the tip, put out in the hard rubbish, donate to The Salvos, get rid of it somehow.

We sold a bed, but they didn't want the mattress. We have someone coming for the mattress this afternoon. Someone came and picked up the old desk, students who were walking it half way across the suburb. Oh, remember your uni days? Except, I lived at home and drove an MG when I went to uni. The car didn't help me pick up girls, as I already had a girlfriend. Oh, yes, they were the days.

There are 3 huge TVs the tenants left behind, we are trying to get people to come and take them away. We'll see how that goes.


While we were in the mood, we are getting some new wooden Venetian blinds for our bedroom.


Wednesday, December 27, 2023

I Had To Work Today





I had to work, the only day this week. I had to get 3 days work done in one day, which I did. I can always work harder, I know that.

It hardly seemed to matter, working from home and all.

One day a week, it has a nice ring to it. The Beatles should write a song about it.

And a Wednesday too, that is optimal.


Tuesday, December 26, 2023

Frasier 2023





I've been, well, binge watching Frasier 2023, and can we talk about his son Freddy. What a handsome guy.

There are some scenes where he is filmed straight on sitting down, and it is really distracting running my eyes along the stitching of his jeans, if you know what I mean.

I used to watch the original series of Frasier, and while I probably wouldn't have claimed it was my favourite TV show, I can still remember cry laughing at some of the episodes.


Monday, December 25, 2023

Happy Xmas





I haven’t received a Xmas present in years, nor have I given one. I’m not sure what that says about me, good or bad. Sam and I don't do presents. And neither do my family any longer. We all got together Xmas Eve for Xmas lunch.


Sunday, December 24, 2023

In A Series Of Short Essays, Writers Consider What Happiness Means To Them Now, After The Reckoning Of The Past Few Years





I wonder what happiness means to me, briefly? I can’t decide. 

Do any of us know?

I don't think it is the big things, they just happen and then we are hoping for the next big thing.

I think it is the small things.

Brun pulling my left leg with his fat paw so he can lie down between my legs on the carpet under the coffee table. And Milo coming and lying against my right thigh at the same time, despite the fact he knows the bulldogs will bounce him if they see him there. The little guy (Otto) snoring like a bulldog on the couch. Two cups of coffee. And some Vegemite toast. And my back not hurting while I sit there, on the floor at the coffee table. All the while Sam showing me interesting TikTok clips. As the sun shines outside. Well, that’s what happiness means to me this morning. 


Stumbling across by chance that Cyndi Lauper CD Memphis Blues, which Luke borrowed years ago for the drive home promising on his mother’s grave that he would return it, for $1 in the Salvos just by chance.

The sunshine on my face.

Xmas lunch at my sister’s place in the country with the family. We all take our dogs.

Looking across the coffee table at Sam and having him look up and say, “What?”

Going places by public transport.

Reading over a story I have just written and thinking, not bad.

Raindrops wiped cleanly off my windscreen with my intermittent wipers.

Pulling the bed clothes over myself and thinking I have 8 hours before the day starts.

The perfume of lemon scented Pelargonium on my fingers.

Freshly cooked banana cake straight from the oven.


Saturday, December 23, 2023

Two Days Before Xmas





All I have to do is make lasagne for Xmas Day, for David, who is coming to spend the day with us before he leaves for overseas Boxing Day, and I am done. I made the meat sauce this morning.

I have to take the home made Portuguese tarts and champagne to my sister's place to morrow, the tarts are in the freezer, the champagne is in the fridge.

I just have to put Sam, Brun and Otto in the car and get to the country some time tomorrow morning, that should be easy enough. Otto gets to meet all the kelpies for the first time, that should be overwhelming for him.

I have to make the lasagne, which I am going to make tonight, for Monday. Lasagne is always tastier re-heated.

And everything is done.

I just have to get to the supermarket before 11pm, I just checked the times online, to get parmesan cheese which I forgot this morning. Easy peasy.

Sam is treating me, Brun, Otto and any neighbours close by to his new speakers, which he bought himself as an early Xmas present. He is very impressed with his purchase.

We don't buy presents any more, so I don't have to do any of that nonsense. Not sure what that says about me, not buying any presents for anyone at Xmas?


Tuesday, December 19, 2023

21st Century Twats





Xi Jinping is a cunt

Xi Jinping is a cunt

Xi Jinping is a cunt, cunt, cunt,

Xi Jinping is a cunt


Putin is an evil cunt

Putin is an evil cunt

Putin is an evil cunt, cunt, cunt

Putin is an evil cunt.


Kim Jong Un is a fat cunt

Kim Jong Un is a fat cunt

Kim Jong Un is a fat, fat, cunt

Kim Jong Un is a fat cunt.


Donald Trump is a populist, authoritarian, narcissist, lying, obese, piece of orange shit set on destroying America to prop up his fragile child’s ego.

Americans may well be the stupidest race on the planet, as they look as though they may just vote Trump back into office to fuck them all over again.

And this time, it will be without lube.


Monday, December 18, 2023

Failure of Cop28 on fossil fuel phase-out is ‘devastating’, say scientists





Climate experts say lack of unambiguous statement is ‘tragedy for the planet and our future’

Damian Carrington Environment editor

@dpcarrington

The Guardian, Fri 15 Dec 2023 04.00 AEDT


The failure of Cop28 to call for a phase-out of fossil fuels is “devastating” and “dangerous” given the urgent need for action to tackle the climate crisis, scientists have said.

One called it a “tragedy for the planet and our future” while another said it was the “dream outcome” for the fossil fuel industry.

The UN climate summit ended on Wednesday with a compromise deal that called for a “transition away” from fossil fuels. The stronger term “phase-out” had been backed by 130 of the 198 countries negotiating in Dubai but was blocked by petrostates including Saudi Arabia.

The deal was hailed as historic as it was the first citing of fossil fuels, the root cause of the climate crisis, in 30 years of climate negotiations. But scientists said the agreement contained many loopholes and did not match the severity of the climate emergency.

“The lack of an agreement to phase out fossil fuels was devastating,” said Prof Michael Mann, a climatologist and geophysicist at the University of Pennsylvania in the US. “To ‘transition away from fossil fuels’ was weak tea at best. It’s like promising your doctor that you will ‘transition away from doughnuts’ after being diagnosed with diabetes.”

Dr Magdalena Skipper, the editor in chief of the science journal Nature, said: “The science is clear – fossil fuels must go. World leaders will fail their people and the planet unless they accept this reality.”

An editorial in Nature said the failure over the phase-out was “more than a missed opportunity”, it was “dangerous” and ran “counter to the core goals laid down in the 2015 Paris climate agreement” of limiting global heating to 1.5C (2.7F) above preindustrial levels.

“The climate doesn’t care who emits greenhouse gases,” the editorial continued. “There is only one viable path forward, and that is for everybody to phase out almost all fossil fuels as quickly as possible.”

Sir David King, the chair of the Climate Crisis Advisory Group and a former UK chief scientific adviser, said: “The wording of the deal is feeble. Ensuring 1.5C remains viable will require total commitment to a range of far-reaching measures, including full fossil fuel phase-out.”

There was a chasm between the stark statement of the emissions cuts needed and the action proposed to deliver those reductions, he said: “The Cop28 text recognises there is a need for ‘deep, rapid and sustained reductions in greenhouse gas emissions’ to stay in line with 1.5C. But then it lists a whole bunch of efforts that don’t have a chance of achieving that.”

The scientists said the loopholes included the call to “accelerate” carbon capture and storage to trap emissions from burning fossil fuels, an option that can play a minor role at best.

Dr Friederike Otto, a climatologist at Imperial College London, said: “Until fossil fuels are phased out, the world will continue to become a more dangerous, more expensive and more uncertain place to live. With every vague verb, every empty promise in the final text, millions more people will enter the frontline of climate change and many will die.”

Prof Martin Siegert, a polar scientist and deputy vice-chancellor at the University of Exeter, said: “The science is perfectly clear. Cop28, by not making a clear declaration to stop fossil fuel burning is a tragedy for the planet and our future. The world is heating faster and more powerfully than the Cop response to deal with it.”

Prof Mike Berners-Lee, an expert on carbon footprinting at Lancaster University, said: “Cop28 is the fossil fuel industry’s dream outcome, because it looks like progress, but it isn’t.”

Dr Elena Cantarello, a senior lecturer in sustainability science at Bournemouth University, UK, said: “It is hugely disappointing to see how a very small number of countries have been able to put short-term national interests ahead of the future of people and nature.”

Dr James Dyke, an associate professor in earth system dynamics at the University of Exeter, said: “Cop28 needed to deliver an unambiguous statement. While the agreement’s call for the need to transition away from fossil fuels is welcome, it has numerous caveats and loopholes that risks rendering it meaningless.

“That this deal has been hailed as a landmark is more a measure of previous failures than any step change when it comes to the increasingly urgent need to rapidly stop burning coal, oil and gas.”

The scientists comments echoed those of Anne Rasmussen, the lead negotiator for the Alliance of Small Island States group, whose speech at the closing of Cop28 won a standing ovation from delegates: “It is not enough for us to reference the science and then make agreements that ignore what the science is telling us we need to do.”

Climate science was at the heart of a row that dominated the first week of the summit after the Guardian revealed comments by the Cop28 president, Sultan Al Jaber, in which he said: “There is no science out there, or no scenario out there, that says that the phase-out of fossil fuel is what’s going to achieve 1.5C.” Al Jaber later said: “I have said over and over the phase-down and the phase-out of fossil fuel is inevitable. In fact, it is essential.”

Dr Lisa Schipper, a professor of development geography at the University of Bonn in Germany, said: “The early statement by the Cop president about the lack of science behind phasing out fossil fuels sent shockwaves to scientists, especially those who had contributed to the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change’s [most recent report], since the science in the report is so clear that fossil fuels need to be phased out to prevent a point of no return.”

Mann said Cop rules needed to be reformed, for example by allowing super-majorities to vote through decisions over the objections of holdout petrostates and by barring oil executives such as Al Jaber, who runs the United Arab Emirate’s state oil company, from presiding over future summits.

“Mend it, don’t end it,” Mann said. “Cops are our only multilateral framework for negotiating global climate policies. But the failure of Cop28 to achieve any meaningful progress at a time when our window of opportunity to limit warming below catastrophic levels is closing, is a source of great concern.”


Sunday, December 17, 2023

Gay Porn





I've got a huge DVD collection of gay porn, which I want to get rid of?

How do you throw away a couple of hundred gay DVDs?

I mean, I can't exactly fill my bin to the top with gay DVDs. Can I? What would the garbage guys think about that? Or is that just internalised homophobia? It's hard to know?

I could throw a few away a week, but how long would that take?

Funny thing is, because I've wanted to throw them away all in one go, over and done with, clear them out, and have felt unable to do that, so I haven't done anything about them, at all. I could probably have, actually, disposed of them one by one by now, I guess.

We're a weird bunch, hey?

Perhaps, I should drop them off at the Salvos. Oh, I only say that because it makes me chuckle. Of course, I'm not going to do that. I don't even want my garbage men to see them.

Yeah, I know, first world problems. What do you do with your old porn, hey?

If that's all you've got to worry about in life, son, you are doin' okay.

Yeah, I know. It still doesn't solve the problem though.


Saturday, December 16, 2023

Saturday Night





I looked it up, ruby grapefruits and how they came about, when I was reading back over my blog trying to come up with a new post, it has been 3 days and I'm just not feeling it for some reason.

The young guys who rent next door are generally really quiet, I never really hear them, hardly ever. Except late at night, oh, I mean it isn't so late tonight, 10.45pm, when they have girls around. If they are being loud and excited I will always hear girls voices from over the fence. The chicks get the boys loud and animated.

I lie here late at night on my couch, that is often when I write, as Sam has always been one to go to bed early, 10.30pm'ish. He's definitely an 8 hours a night sleep kind of guy. And I like the peace and quiet to write.

But then the music goes on next door and the boys start talking loud, and the girls voices get louder and louder and I think oh come on girls just fuck them already so I can have some peace and quiet in which to write.

I looked up, how we got ruby grapefruits. The Red Rio was a mutant form of grapefruit from which the ruby grapefruit was developed. Good old Red Rio, as ruby grapefruits are definitely a favourite. You can eat them like oranges. You can't eat yellow grapefruit like oranges.

I write my journal. I write blog posts. Next door is quiet again.

11.15pm. Otto sits up in his crate, he’s been asleep for a while, so I go over and open the door and proceed to take him out to the back yard for a piss. But he has other ideas and he runs around the coffee table and jumps up on the big couch, which he can still only just manage, and it is adorable, and promptly makes himself comfortable next to me. He snores and farts and I write.


Friday, December 15, 2023

My Headphones, My Headphones





I head into town and pay my car rego, club plates I have to do it in person.

I come home and renegotiate my car insurance, on which I got a better deal. If you just keep paying it now a days you get screwed over for being loyal to the insurance company, that's how those things work now a days.

I head to the post office in the afternoon. It was a nice day. I pull out my phone to listen to music, on the way, but I had forgotten my headphones. I am holding my phone in my hand just looking at it as I continue to walk. Grrr. The definition of regret that I was more than halfway to the shops. I laugh to myself, seriously, no, not that person. Am I that person, I think? It is warm day, and I think what the hell.

I see Tony Armstrong is standing outside the bar on the corner of  Smith Street amongst a group of drinkers outside the bar.

Not long after, I am standing in the long post office queue. There must be 10 or 15 people in front of me. What do I expect a Friday afternoon, I have to accept, just before Xmas, again, I ask myself? I start to regret forgetting my headphones. People, people, people, as David would say. My headphones are like my shield of steel.

On the way back, I’m having a good look at Tony Armstrong holding court in the middle of the group of people, you know to see if he is as good looking as I think he is, in the flesh, and just as I’m thinking, oh yes, I’d suck your dick, I mean, that’s the measure, isn’t it, of attractiveness? The moustache would have to go, of course, but… he looks across at me, holds my gaze and smiles and does a thumbs up, right as I had that thought. Was I looking at him too intently? I guessed I must have been? Is he a fucking mind reader, I asked myself? I mean I was just some random walking past, just a nobody in the passing parade, nothing to do with him. WTH?


I come home and take Brun and Otto for their walk.

A couple pass me with a baby in a pusher, just as we get going. The wife has a mohawk’ish style hair, not strictly a mohawk, all pink and white, which was more her jumper than her hair, when I take a second look. The husband had on blue shorts with a big, beefy arse, and a T-shirt that says, best slice in the world, or words to that effect, and I think to myself I can certainly see that

Brun takes off across the commission flats as I try to write it in my journal, suddenly jerking me sideways, it’s as if he knows when my attention is elsewhere on my journal, for instance. And Otto shits and Mark calls at the same time as I am pulling the green bag open to pick up Otto’s shit. “Ah!”

Mark calls back and I chat to him as we walk down Brunswick Street. We cross the road to the shady side of the street > Johnson Street, I wave to our puppy trainer as we pass by > Brun picks up a tennis ball at the beginning of our street and then Otto is after the tennis ball from Brun all the way home, so that keeps the two of them moving.

And then we’re home.

I write a story called, I Slept With The Captain of the Footy Team for the rest of the afternoon, in a sparsely punctuated, stream of consciousness, kind of style.


Wednesday, December 13, 2023

Muggy Hump Day – We All Need A Bit Of The Ruby To Stomach The Bitter





It's hot, muggy, the air is thick.

I'm pretty sure my t-shirt was beginning to stick to me this morning, as the day got going.

It rained last night. It poured unexpectedly, even catching out the bureau of Meteorology, not that that is too difficult, I hear you all carol together. Coming down on my new glass panel, not 24 hours, but 12 hours after the silicone had been applied. Silicone usually needs 24 hours to cure, but it got 12 hours, but the day had been hot, 33 degrees. So, cross your fingers?

We tried to take the bulldogs for a walk, but the sun burned.

Anyway, that rain ratcheted up the humidity somewhat, lovely. And it is hanging around. We're not a city traditionally used to high humidity, but climate change changed all that. We are feeling the effects of climate change. It is baffling why that simple fact doesn't inspire the world to do something about it?

I often wonder what all the anti-climate change people think is going to happen? There is no secret escape plan that is only known to them. Nobody is getting out of this. Their grandkids are going to burn just like the rest of us under the ever increasing, unrelenting heat. Surely, they are not so delusional that they think their money is going to somehow insulate them from the looming disaster.

I read somewhere that people who make vast sums of money, huge fortunes, billions of dollars often have personality traits more closely akin to psychopaths, which enables them to do so. It explains a lot. I guess there has to be a certain amount of detachment when you (metaphorically) knife all those people to get to the top.


I eat ruby grapefruits late morning. I love that bitter grapefruit taste, made palatable with the addition of ruby. I wonder what the ruby is? I should look it up. I should know, I guess.

It is a metaphor for life, really... is it a metaphor? Oh, whatever you want to call it. We all need a bit of the ruby to stomach the bitter.


The bulldogs are playing dead dogs in the lounge room, sprawled out across the carpet.

I'm just contemplating what work I have to do for the rest of the day?

Plenty, really?


Sam comes down to start making lunch. He holds a bowl of mushrooms up to the sun and chants. Apparently, exposure to the sun super charges the good things in mushrooms, it has just been discovered.

Sam smiles at me as he chants.


Tuesday, December 12, 2023

New Glass





I finally got my glass atrium roof panel replaced.

It broke years ago and I'm really not sure why now, but it never occurred to me to get it fixed on house insurance. And when I did think to get it fixed on house insurance, I'd changed house insurance companies several times and then it just didn't seem ethical to charge it to an insurance company, three insurance companies, maybe more, passed the insurance company I was insured with when it broke. Oh yes, I know, stupid me. Most people wouldn't give a shit. Stupid me.

It broke when Fergus tried to make some adjustment to the window box on the window sill above and it tumbled off.

How many years ago did Fergus die? More than I care to remember. Many years ago. Lovely Fergus, the first of my great best friends to die.

Anyway, last year I decided to get it fixed. So I got some quotes and they were astronomical. $4000. (Jasus! I just want some glass, I don't want your first born son) The big glass companies claiming safety measures being the reason for their eye watering quotes. $4500. (What? I don't want to buy your fucking company) And I started regretting changing insurance companies. Not screwing the insurance company...

Anyway, in the end, the cheapest quote was $1300, but by the time I got to that I was exhausted by the process, and I kind of faltered and didn't proceed.

Fast forward to recently, I emailed the $1300 saying I wanted to go ahead with it, but I got no reply.

Damn it!

Then I saw a glass van outside in the street one night and I went out and asked the tradie guy in the driver's seat if he wanted to come in a give a quote. "No, mate, call the office and make an appointment."

I was a bit miffed over that. Really? How hard would it have been?

Very recently, there was a handsome dark-haired, olive skinned guy fixing a a broken window on a shop around here and I asked him.

(Yeah, sure, I wanted to see him in his undies)

I had photos to show him. He said the $1,300 quote was clearly a mistake and said I would struggle to get it fixed for any thing near that price. He could do it that afternoon for $2,300. Says yes, sign up now, and he'd set the wheels in motion.

"You will never get it fixed that cheaply, they clearly made a mistake with their quote."

Hm, I see, a little too slick, Mario, I'll let your hot arse know if I want to go ahead once I've given it some thought.

Once, his handsome face would have got me to sign up, well, maybe, but not anymore. I guess that is called growing up.

Then Kim came around. He suggested the same glass people as the guy sitting out the front in his car that night who didn't want to come in and have a look, so I called them up. They said they'd come to quote in a couple of days.

They quoted $1300. I gave them the go ahead.

They arrived today at 8.30am to fix it. Brun and Otto ran to the front door to greet them, before I could stop them. When I opened the door, the big strapping tradie took off for the front gate at the sight of them. "Sorry, mate," said muscles. "I'm scared of dogs."

Oh, really, I didn't even bother saying they won't hurt you. So Brun got locked away upstairs and he was none too pleased about it. Otto got locked in his crate, from where he was heard to complain a couple of times.

And the new glass was installed after all these years. So its done. Something crossed off the 10+ year list. Lovely.


Monday, December 11, 2023

Dogs At The Door





We get deliveries every day. What with all of us living here, parcels come to the door on the hour every hour, some days.

I often answer the door and receive the packages, as my home office is close to the front door.

And more often than not, as I am receiving the goods, Brun will wander up behind me to check out what is happening.

Do you know how many delivery guys are frightened of dogs? I'd say at least half of them, if not more.

I have very little sympathy for them.

"Oh, he won't hurt you I say," always kind of offhand.

And some of them will start backing away, and some of them run, which makes me smile, on the inside where they can't see it.

But some of them have to get my signature and name, and they have no choice to stay. 

I don't let Brun get to them, I push him back. But, boy do some of them squirm.

It makes me chuckle. Again, on the inside, I keep a straight face with them.

Otto is in his crate when they come now a days, but pretty soon they are going to have two of them to contend with. It should be hilarious.


Of course, some of them pat them and play with them.

Some of them are really into them, which, of course is, actually, more work for me, with them leaping about and having a lovely time.


Sunday, December 10, 2023

LG Vacuum Disaster





We had a hand held Dyson vacuum which was great. It got a bit old and the battery power was very limited, and it would run out of power before I'd finished the vacuuming. It was the only problem that vacuum had. Otherwise, it was great.

So, eventually, we went to the shop to buy a new Dyson vacuum with longer battery life. 

In the shop we somehow bought a LG vacuum rather than a new Dyson, I can't remember now exactly why. It had an extended battery life, as well as having two batteries.

That was regrettable.

The LG hand held vacuum quite simply is a piece of crap. It really is so bad, it is difficult to see how it was ever fit for purpose.

In the very beginning, it kept turning itself off, so we sent it back under warranty, and, even that, LG couldn't get right. It took forever, the warranty work never seemed to get done, then when it finally was returned to us, they said they couldn't find anything wrong with it and they charged us $70 service fee.

Admittedly, it never suddenly switched itself off again once we got it back, so, effectively, LG made us pay for the repair under warranty. Great warranty.

It has this stupid turbo button, which you are supposed to push if you want the thing to suck harder. (don't we always want our vacuums to suck harder?) That function is difficult to switch on and once you have switched it on, it keeps disengaging very easily.

It has a very narrow opening in the body of the machine from the hose/tube part that keeps blocking up, making it almost impossible to vacuum a room without multiple trips to the bin to unclog it.

It really is a terrible machine.

Why, oh why, did we not buy a new Dyson, which we are going to have to do now, as vacuuming is too difficult with the LG.

My final thoughts, do not buy a LG vacuum, buy a Dyson.


Saturday, December 09, 2023

Rainy Saturday





It's a rainy day, there is nothing else to do but pull a blanket over me on the couch and watch a movie.

I watched Klute, when Jane Fonda and Donald Sutherland were young.

That's it. That is what I did. Nice too, I quite like days like that, as few and far between as they are.

It never stopped raining.


We did venture out in the early evening, on the brink of all the tourists descending on Smith Street turning it into its nasty, yob-central, Saturday night guise. We walked under the shop awnings to Aldi and bought all members of the household food. We scuttled back home, just as the rapidly-getting-drunk louts started yahooing, and the flocks of chicks started staggering in on the stratospheric heels and short skins cut up to their snatches.


The world dripped, every plant, tree, bush you brushed passed smeared you with moisture. The crazy paving was slippery, and we all had to be careful out in the back yard. The footpaths and roads were wet. Brun insisted on taking a dump out in the elements and all I could do was stand by getting wet.