Not Tesco shopping, shopping for new tech!
We’d been talking about getting a carpet cleaner. Scamp had searched the usual online places and it seemed on paper that everyone of them was happy to sell us one in two days time. We knew that Currys in Coatbridge had them on display, and we found the one we were looking for, but when we said we’d like that particular model, the assistant said they had none in stock … but they did have that model in the Hamilton and Uddingston stores. If we were interested, we could pay for it in Coatbridge and she would sign off the paperwork, then we could pick it up from either of the two stores.
It seemed too good to be true, but, for once it worked almost seamlessly. Unfortunately when we drove to Uddingston, the slip road that would take us to the store was closed, so we had to drive a long circuitous route round a roundabout and down under a flyover that eventually took us to the Curry’s store in Uddingston. There we picked up the big box and drove back home via the M73, a route I’m quite familiar with, except we were approaching it from the opposite direction!
Meanwhile, Scamp had been in text conversation with Shona who was out for a walk and asked if we were busy. Scamp explained that we were on our way home and would meet her at our house in about 20mins, and we did just that. She stayed for a couple of hours and we heard about all her worries about Ben and Paul. Neither of them really involved us, but gave us more of an insight into how the councils work, and how convoluted everything is. We’re both glad we don’t have to go through all those hoops. It must be tough to be young in these times.
Shona didn’t want to stay for dinner, but got a taxi home. We don’t think she likes Haggis, Neeps and Tatties! That was dinner for tonight, it being Burns Night. After dinner we watched a supposed Burns Night celebration. It was truly awful. One Scottish bloke told a couple of jokes that were really, REALLY funny. Something you could laugh at without feeling talked down. Nor did you feel awkward because they were crude or rude. No, they were just good humour.
With one exception, the remainder of the ‘celebration’ was cringeworthy. Scottish singers singing Burns ballads in English, not with a Scottish voice. Burns spoke and wrote in Scots, not the anglicised version that was foisted on us tonight. Even worse, it was a recorded version that was played, not a live show. Bah!
Spoke to Jamie later had heard that Simonne is happy in her new job and hopefully Jaime’s house may have a new part-time owner. That’s a weight off both their minds.
Today’s PoD was taken on the kitchen worktop before all these shenanigans were taking place.
Tomorrow we may build the big carpet cleaner. It’s a hefty piece of kit, judging by its weight.