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Sainsbury’s: Shame on you.

Sainsbury's: Shame on you.

OK, it has been a while since I last posted… Real work, other projects on the go, no time, blah blah blah. Also, just too many interesting news stories, which has this curious affect of making one not want to say anything at all. I have for example been tempted to say something about the situation in Syria, and stop short for fear that it will turn into an encyclopaedic rant. Read the rest of this entry »

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Supermarket Sneak

Supermarket Sneak

It should be no great surprise to the average British shopper, but as each day goes by we are getting less and less value for money. There are more half-price, BOGOF and other offers out there, but the total at the till just keeps on rising. Not long ago our average weekly shop measured at between thirty and forty pounds; these days it often hits the fifty pound mark, and that’s without additional expensive treats. Read the rest of this entry »

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So, as you can see I was too busy yesterday to write anything… Much of the day was spent telephoning banks, credit card companies, billing agencies and so on to update my details with our new contact details. For the most part it was a painless affair, though to the passing ear my almost continual use of the phonetic alphabet must have made the place sound like a police station.

Another pleasant surprise was the ease with which I was able to complete this time-eating task: I had to make some twenty-odd calls, and only on a couple of occasions was I left waiting listening to tinny muzak. And not one incidence of Greensleeves! There were clearly less Indian call centre connections than the same time last year when we were undertaking the move to Hillingdon, and those that I did encounter were pretty fast and efficient – things are looking up!

The evening was spent sprucing up the new place with some help from Mum and Dad, and Caroline and I moved the first small batch of things over later in the evening – all of the items from the kitchen ‘overflow’. It felt nice to actually have the space to put this stuff, and having to walk the entire length of the house to retrieve a frying pan is now hopefully a thing of the past.

We got back home and relaxed to watch what we though was going to be an interesting documentary on living goddesses in Nepal, but instead it proved to be a rather dull affair with next to explanation as to what was going on. Visually stunning, but pretty much non-informative. The lack of a narrator was a novel idea, but in this instance it clearly didn’t work: it was too fly-on-the-wall, and you felt that you never really got to know the people whose lives were being followed.

Before going to bed I forgot to tell Caroline that as well as a shirt I needed a pair or trousers ironed for work (it’s not what you think – I am just rubbish at ironing) … Of course I only realised this when I was getting ready this morning. Thankfully I had a pair in the drawer, but once again my curious inability to remember the most banal things (while being able to recall other more obscure and arguably irrelevant things like lists of tank turret numbers) reared its head…

Well, back at work it was the usual case of trawling through two days’ worth of emails and getting down to business… Which I should probably get back to.

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Unlike most men I actually quite enjoy shopping… There’s nothing quite like picking a ripe Camembert or wading through the increasingly good selection of continental beers on offer. Even paying – which amounts to more than fifty pounds a go these days – is not too much of a bind.

However one type of shopping really does my head in – looking for household goods and furniture. Stuff you cannot eat or drink, unless you are one of those bicycle-eating circus freaks. Unfortunately, with the house move we are going to have to a lot of this. We will be needing a cooker, ‘fridge, washing machine, bed, sofa, bedroom wardrobes… And more that I am sure I cannot think of right now.


It’s been something of a relaxing afternoon… Though the rain has hit Port of Spain on a number of occasions, delaying the one-day match between West Indies and Sri Lanka. As a result Caroline now has the remote control, and is watching yet another property relocation programme… Sometimes it feels like Amanda Lamb and the pretty blonde one whose name escapes me are family members.

Better news in the morning though as the Stormers ran home five tries in thumping the Cheetahs 34-22.

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