Ageing

Sure, the inmates of Forges-L’Evêque are ageing, but so too are their belongings.  I noticed a day or two ago that the screen of my iPad has started to part company with the case thereof, and that the whole thing is running rather hot.  I donned a mask and went to the iShop in the mall today, and they say it’s cheaper to replace than to repair.  Like its predecessor, this iPad is heading for the scrap heap after a little more than three years.  Three hard years, however: it’s been in use for most of my waking hours, not to mention many days at the hobby, where HM iPads were provided rather late in my ‘career’, and I often found I needed two screens open at a time.  A spot of training might have obviated the need, but...  Anyway, the shop is out of stock, as also is the warehouse, so I’ll have to coax this one along for a bit longer.

Back in the 1980s, I signed up for an upholstery evening class, and with a lot of help from my teacher, re-upholstered a wing armchair from the wood up.  I’ve since replaced the springs and the cushion, but of course daily use (and the fact that my weight is not decreasing) take their toll on the upholstery.  My arthritic hands no longer allow me to do the work myself, so I plan to get it redone professionally.  My upholsterer of choice is the firm set up by my teacher, though I think his son and grandson are doing most of the work these days.  They seem to have opened up again, so I’ll ring them on Tuesday.  (They stay closed on Mondays, but show no other Gallic tendencies.)  If the reupholstered version lasts as long as my job did, I’ll be about 105 before it needs a refit.

Oh, and the washing-up bowl has sprung a leak.