A round up
Sunday, August 07, 2011
Been a while since my last post.
My life has not been very interesting lately :)
After my dad left I was a bit down for a while, and the weather didn't help!
Luckily the sun made an appearance this summer, but it seems to have gone again in the last few days :s
I did manage to get on my bike several times while it lasted, though :)))
Unsurprisingly, I've had no reply from my ISP with regards to my complaint of a couple of weeks ago.
I've just spent the last 30 minutes writing a mail to prompt them, before turning to Offcom. Then I checked my phone bill and saw that no charge has been made yet. I was expecting to be charged about £50 for the call out, plus about £40 for the new router. In my complaint I had requested for those charges to be reversed, plus a credit of £50 to be made to my account.
Now I'm thinking that if they don't make the charges to start with, I might as well drop it. Should I wait for the next bill to see how it goes, or should I go ahead with the complaint?
The other day a friend talked me into going to Ikea to check out their restaurant.
Now, I loathe Ikea. It's my idea of hell, except you don't have to die to experience it - although after a visit there you might wish you had!
I'd only been there once, years ago, and I had vowed never to return. However, since that visit another, bigger one had opened and my friend doesn't lose a chance to extoll its virtues. Great bargains, really nice restaurant area with leather sofas, nice food, and reasonably quiet if you go midweek.
So I allowed myself to be convinced, against my better judgement. What can I say... neither my friend nor I had factored in that school's out for the summer (ahahaha!), and the place was full of screaming kids getting under your feet. I'll abstain from commenting on the bargains, as I could only bring myself to enter the actual shop to help my friend with carrying her stuff, and I charged through like a bullet to get out as soon as possible. I'll just say that a piece of useless tat remains a piece of useless tat even if it costs 50 pence.
The restaurant area was reasonably ok, if you don't mind filthy tables and floors, and the screaming kids mentioned above.
Oh, and the never ending queues to order some meatballs with mash and gravy... which could be safely renamed greaseballs without falling foul of the trade description act. The amazing thing is that they even sell them in their food market so you can re-create the concoction at home! I didn't need to though, as a day later they were still sitting, undigested, on my stomach.
I was glad to see the back of it, never to return, I hope. My bus ride back took me through balmy Tottenham, where a few hours later Mark Duggan would be shot, leading to this weekend's riots.
What an exciting life!