Another wasted morning

If you're thinking of getting double glazing from JokersЯus Home Improvements (name on application, but think of the car Ford replaced with the Escort), be prepared to haggle robustly.  Their costs of failure, if our experience is representative, must be astronomical. Their man (at least he was on his own this time) has just been to measure, for the FOURTH time, the units that need to be replaced.  After the first visit, which was over three months ago, they made units of the wrong size.  They had to come back and measure again, then proceeded to lose the measurements.  Next time two chaps came and measured a third time, and we have stayed in today for the replacements to be fitted.  Well, fancy that: they've made the wrong size again.  Fitter highly embarrassed: I asked him if he'd like a door key and a note of the alarm code.

While I'm grizzling, I should perhaps admit that I have finally given up the struggle with my Samsung smart [sic] phone, which seems to have been silently guzzling my credit, despite being practically unuseable.  I have moved the SIM into my old faithful Nokia, which does date from the 21st century, but only just.  It does what I need, and holds a charge for weeks, unlike the later model.

Fine sunshine today, and there are lots of signs of life from the garden - and I don't just mean the greenfly!  Lots of bulbs are shooting up through the soggy soil, and a few primroses are in flower.  Thr ground is very wet, though the flood water down in the river valley has receded a bit.  Last week the fields at Penshurst were under water, and some of the puddles on my usual route to the hobby were the width of the roadway and axle-deep.  The car hasn't been washed for months, and there's little point doing it at the moment.  I think I'll specify road-dirt grey next time I change cars.