"It's decision time!!!!" Do YOU dread it when people say those three unassuming but perplexing little words?
And there's no other, more "perplexing-er", a decision time than when you're called on to open your wallet, now, is there? And is "perplexing-er" even a word? [No! - Ed] Should we buy, or should we not buy?
Luckily it's another case of "Technology to the rescue!", and I expect you saw this "doozy" of an article in the "technology news" section of page 94 of your local Onion News (West Worcestershire) print edition, if, as I suspect, it "plopped" through your letterbox this morning, like it did for me and my medium-to-long-suffering wife Lois here in Malvern. And what a "doozy" of a story it was, wasn't it (!) [You've already said that, like, a billion times! - Ed].
And there's some evidence that the new Visa Voice talking credit-cards are already "gaining currency" [no pun intended (!)] even here, locally, in the rural backwoods of West Worcestershire, to judge from the number of possibly unwise local purchases that we're already reading about lower down on p.94, to name but a few. Just take a look at this one!
And there's one particular purchase that's on the minds of Lois and me this chilly morning, as we enjoy 30 to 40 minutes of "squelching" in the long grass of Poolbrook Common, before coming out of the cold and into the warmth of the local Poolbrook Kitchen and Coffee Shop, "plopping" ourselves down next to café-owner Andrew's cheery Christmas window-display of "10 knitted characters looking for a knitted stable" (!).
[That's enough exclamation marks in brackets (!) - Ed]
after 30-40 minutes of "squelching" in the long grass of Poolbrook Common,
we come in from the cold into the local coffee shop and "plop" ourselves down
by owner Andrew's display of "10 knitted characters looking for a knitted stable"
Here's the thing, though: now it's decision time for little old us (yikes!!!) ....Should we - or should we not - buy the most expensive thing we've ever bought in our long-to-longish lives, i.e. a house 130 miles away in prestigious Liphook, Hampshire, so that we can be near our daughter Alison and family, as we sail the uncharted waters of being 78 years old (and above, hopefully!) ?
Well, we've neither of us ever been 78 before (!) haha, and I think we should be told, don't you?
flashback to October 30th: we view the house we want in Liphook, Hampshire,
in the company of our elder daughter Alison, who lives with her family in nearby Headley
We're in quite a dilemma. Is it madness to move house over Christmas?
You see, yes, Christmas is coming up soon, if you haven't noticed! It's a time of year when traditionally a lot of young "whippersnappers" (!) of working-age (!) think they've got a God-given right to take leave (!). Plus, it could be snowing - we could be snowed in, or we could be snowed out (you name it!), but we've already got an assessor from a removal firm coming tomorrow (Thursday) to our house here in Malvern, so that they can size up our belongings etc and give us a quote for the removal job. Yikes!!!!!
GB Liners, the removal firm that, in 1982, moved our belongings on our
biggest ever move - from Cheltenham to the US, and then back again
three years later, in 1985 [Thanks, I can do the maths for myself! -Ed]
There are still a couple of question-marks over the house itself that we're trying to buy. (1) Will we be responsible for paying for any repairs to the road outside the house, and (2) will the Town Council ask us to pay a fine for alterations that the current owners, Peter and his partner Shirley Ann, carried out during COVID, when approval thresholds were officially, but somewhat unclearly, 'relaxed'? We can get indemnity insurance for the latter, but not for the former, is our guess.
Oh dearie me !!!!!
21:00 Decision-making, particularly for couples, is so much easier up north in "God's Own County" of Yorkshire, because those tough Yorkshire wives just take all the decisions on their husbands' "behalfs" - is that a word? [No! - Ed].
And we're reminded of this again on tonight's re-run of the world's longest-running TV sitcom, "Last of the Summer Wine", all about 3 "old codgers" with not much to do, except to wander about the Yorkshire dales and warm up with a hot drink in the local café. Remind you of anyone haha?!
In tonight's episode the terrifying Pearl is getting sick and tired of her poor husband Howard's sneaking off during the day to spend time on supposedly innocent excursions with village "temptress", the mini-skirted pensioner Marina.
hen-pecked husband the ageing Howard (left), on one of his typical amorous
cycle rides with village temptress, the mini-skirted pensioner Marina
To discourage further her husband Howard's amorous escapades, Pearl is trying to set him up with a couple of hobbies that she thinks will keep him at home during the daytime: (1) watching a tank of tropical fish and (2) learning to play the double bass. That way, Pearl imagines, Howard will be at home all day and so instantly available to do any cleaning or repair jobs that she may be lining up for him.
Howard isn't sure, however.....
Poor Howard!! But we're not sure that Howard is completely happy with Pearl's ideas. And forty minutes later Howard goes back to her with his misgivings.
Poor Howard (again) !!!!!
Enough said, I think.
22:00 We go to bed - zzzzzzzzzz!!!!!
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