no-one loves a loser

I have booked an engineer to come and look at the Sky box, because, this morning, it was still borked. Some time between that phone call and now, it fixed itself. It is now happily telly-ing, and we are watching Holby City.

However.

I am not going to cancel the engineer, because that would be tempting fate. Provided the box is still working on Friday (when he is booked to come), I'm going to ask him to check everything over to make sure it's all OK. Because then I won't feel like we're wasting his time, and if there is anything amiss, he'll find it. (And, of course, if it's borked again, then he can fix it for us!)

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On the tenth of this month, I happened to mention to mum that people were still leaving flowers and tributes at the Aladdin Sane mural in Brixton. I said it had been two months since David Bowie had died, and I kind of couldn't believe people were still doing that (not because I thought they shouldn't, though. Because I am the last person who is going to tell anyone else how to grieve).

"Well," she said, "you're still listening to his music, aren't you?"

"Yes," I replied, "but I listen to his music anyway."

I know she's not interested in the majority of my tastes in music (though sometimes she surprises me - she likes some of the FFXII soundtrack, and likes Queen of the Rodeo from Silent Hill 3, for example), but honestly not sure how she missed this (she's even bought me some of his albums, for crying out loud!!)

(I suppose it goes back to people only being aware of what they want to be aware of, if you see what I mean?)

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Still writing. I have a town that seems to be overrun by dads who make awful decisions about what they should name their businesses.