We had been out for our afternoon walk and I decided to go out again because I’d forgotten something from the shop up the hill. I asked my hubby if he wanted to come out again. Yes, so I got in the car and he walked round the passenger side only to find the rear tyre was completely flat.
That’s OK we have a tyre inflating pump? In the car? No….? Hubby thinks he’s ‘borrowed it’ to inflate his motorbike tyres. He also ‘borrowed’ my car keys to look in the boot of the car….
It wasn’t in the boot so he went off to look in the kitchen (as you do) and then the shed….Half an hour later, the only thing he could find was an old footpump and a bike pump with a shrader connector. I couldnt find my keys- until I spotted them stuck in the passenger side door- where he had left them when he went in search of things walked off!
I said I would walk to the local garage while he tried the foot pump. I decided to go and buy another inflator so there would be enough air in the tyre to drive down the garage and inflate it fully with their air machine. Off I walked while he, having given the foot pump a go and not getting any air in the tyre started with the bicycle pump! I came back with a new air compressor to find he had managed to half inflate the tyre! We then tried the new compressor ( I turned on the engine- he attached the valve to the tyre) No, it didnt seem to work! So I decided to drive us down to the garage…I asked where the foot pump was and he said he had left it on the pavement,
The flat wheel registered at 22 psi- thats not bad going for a bike pump! the other three were worryingly about 24. They should be a lot more than that, I pumped them all up to 33psi, although one did seem to lose a bit of air, perhaps its because the car has been standing still for most of the last year- I’ve only filled it up once every four to six weeks!
We went off to get some shopping and then came home. I thought I saw something like an old tin can next to the pavement in the road…CRUNCH! It was the footpump he had left.. Next to the kerb! I hope the drivers side tyres will be oK!
At the moment my Facebook page is being trolled by a couple of men who think all the news about Covid is fake, that vaccination is useless, and it’s all about money and power. According to them hospitals are only 85% full as opposed to 92% in 2019. The argument I have against that is that a lot of routine work has been cancelled or postponed because of the need for beds for covid. And those patients are sicker and in need of much more care than normal ones. Their argument is that people are not dying in droves and in any case the virus mutates too fast for the vaccine. (there is no proof that it won’t work against the variant). I am not a doctor. But I have friends and relatives who have been affected. I objected to the trolling because of this. They don’t like that. I have had enough of it. I won’t be responding to any more of their comments!
High up on the wall in the bedroom are the supports that my summer dreams painting hung from. I need to re-string the painting with something stronger. I really need to dust away the cobwebs and take the string down. I hoovered up and forgot to attack it with the vacumm cleaner as I was looking at the floor. The vacuum is a bit heavy fir carting up the stairs and the cobwebs are a bit too high for me to reach. Anyway, better get on and try and find something to get at it with.
Two tankers draining slurry from Portmeirion, the local pottery firm. This is the third day they’ve been doing it. The sound of diesel pumps and engines is so annoying. Have the TV on to drown it out. Usually on a sunny day I’d be in the garden. But the fumes from the lorries goes everywhere. I need to do stuff. The house vibrates when they do this. It might not be very audible in the video. But if we didn’t have double glazing it would be worse! I know they have to do it to keep the business going but this is too much today! I took videos of them from inside the house, with the door closed and the door open. On the one with the door open it was twice as loud. The diesel fumes are being blown away by the wind.
As I write this the pumps have just been switched off. The engines are still running…. No! It’s started up again, must have been changing tankers? The trouble is there is never any warning. They start about 9am and then go on all day. Yesterday and Monday it was just the morning. I want to scream. Would post video but takes up too much memory.
The panel that lights up on our washing machine is not working. It’s just not lighting, so the touch activated panel won’t work. I can’t programme it. The dial next to it is beeping so it’s clear it is on, it’s so annoying. I wanted to get a wash done.. Nothing. So what do I do? I’m trying to get someone to come out. I don’t want to replace it. It’s a good machine. Replacing is expensive and wastes resources. Fixing saves money and you don’t have to throw the thing away. The problem is the lock down, but as non essential shops have opened we might be able to do something.
Boom boom boom thud thud thud, boom boom, thud…. Endless noise from over the road. After a couple of months of quiet the local pub seems to have decided they can go back to their old ways. There is also a storm raging outside so the sound is competing with rain lashing against the windows and howling through the gap round the kitchen window (it’s double glazed but the seal around the opening is not good).
Thud thud thud thud, like a heart beating too fast. Bass beat, what must it do to their bodies, their ears. Deafness in their thirties or forties? Boom boo boom boom boo boom….. Stop it…. Thud… Oh the dreams of revenge I’ve had… Hopefully this is a one off…. Grr… Really.. Grrrr.. Rrr