November 29th - my dear late sister Kathy's birthday. She would have turned 75 today if she had lived.
flashback to 1967: Kathy aged 19
When this photo was taken, Kathy was sitting on the brick wall that surrounded the steps that led down from our back door, in the house in Bristol that our family lived in from 1960 to 1968. It was a favourite place for each of us, whenever we wanted to just sit and watch the world go by.
my other sister Gill, aged 7
me aged 20
08:30 I screw up my courage and take the decision to try and set up my shiny new Samsung mobile phone this morning.
Neither Samsung nor Virgin Media provide anything much in the way of instructions, so I have to research it all on the web as best I can. After a couple of hours I manage to set the new phone up and transfer a lot of stuff - names of contacts and the like - from my old phone. Then I delete all the personal stuff, passwords etc from the old phone.
The above paragraph sounds as if I knew exactly what I was doing. But you don't know how flabbergasted I am that I finally get all this to work. My flabber has never been so gasted.
I had lined up all sorts of ideas for if it didn't work, e.g. email our daughter Ali and her husband Ed to ask for help, or ask Matt next door if he can help me, or even (as very much a last resort) phoning Virgin Media's so-called helpdesk. Those guys are all youngsters (compared to Lois and me) so I assume they know - even the Virgin Media guys - what to do by some sort of younger person's instinct, and they can do it all without thinking. That doesn't apply to me, to put it mildly haha!!!
me today, trying desperately to avoid
phoning Virgin Media's so-called helpdesk
I'm "trading up", so that means I have to return my old phone to Virgin Media in the postage-paid bag that gets delivered to our house today. To post the old phone off, I'll have to take it to a post-office, though. However I can't do that today - we've been "under siege" since 8 am, when one of the builder guys rang our door-bell: we were still in bed, so I had to struggle downstairs in my dressing-gown.
The guy asked if Lois or I needed to take our car out today. I said no we didn't, and then we watched from the window as our street slowly became totally impassable with mechanical diggers etc either digging holes or filling them in - it's hard to tell which it is, to be honest!
You can probably tell from the photos that it's a very damp and misty day today here - I don't envy those builder guys having to work out there in the cold and in all that mud.
At least Lois and I can stay here indoors in the warm and have refreshing cups of tea periodically, which is nice!
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