I am reluctantly obliged to confirm that it’s the Sage who keeps me from peaceful slumber. He twitched and muttered at 4 o’clock this morning, woke me up and I couldn’t sleep again. In the end, because he wasn’t quite still and quiet enough for me (though by that time a log of wood would not have been), I went into the spare bedroom. I did sleep eventually, and he was very apologetic when he brought me a cup of tea this morning. He could hardly help it, poor lamb, but I had noticed what a wonderful night’s sleep I’d had while he was away!
This afternoon has been splendidly encouraging. I phoned John Lewis in Brent Cross to order a new washing machine for the London flat. I must have been on the phone for 20 minutes with a delightful and friendly assistant whose name is Betty, and she was very helpful. I think it’s a fantastic bargain, they are delivering and fitting the new machine for £25 and removing and disposing of the old one for £9. I told her that it’s an upstairs flat and the job will be awkward, but it seems there’s no extra charge – of course, I’ll give the men a good tip. Gratuity, darlings, not advice on which horse to back in the Grand National. Or women of course, but it will take a powerful pair of people of whatever sex to manhandle a washer/dryer up and down those stairs.
It so happens that I’m going to London anyway that day on a Nadfas visit to the V&A. I can’t find the details at present, but I’ll go by coach, whiz round the exhibition and then go to the flat, wait for the delivery and then come home by train.
I also phoned about our TV licence. I went online a few weeks ago to apply for a short-term licence, but never received the promised invoice in the post, so thought I’d get it sorted out before it was overdue. Another helpful and friendly person, this time a man called Ted. I have paid a mere £24.25 – apparently, the Sage will receive a freebie for the month of his birthday. All fine and I pay due appreciation to call centres that work well and to efficient and really delightful staff.
Dave mentioned today on his blog his most popular ever post – I don’t know what mine is, because I rarely do more than glance at the weekly statistic email that I receive – that is, I look to see the number of visitors in the past week and that’s all. But I do know my favourite post, and that it’s not my favourite because of what I wrote, but because of the comments – which I added to the post itself. I just re-read it (here) and laughed again. It dates from March 07 and it makes me realise how long I’ve known a lot of you.