It seems that everywhere else in the country people are ‘enjoying’ a bit of snow. I mean EVERYWHERE else. North, south, east, west, pick a direction and someone ‘over there’ has had at least a few flakes of the white stuff.
Call me silly, but I’m quite jealous of this, I rather enjoy snow, in a kinda childish way. Which is never a bad thing I think, acting like a kid again!
Obviously I don’t want to be caught in snow drifts and abandoning my car or anything. To be honest I probably wouldn’t risk such a thing, I’d stay home and make snow men or something.
To everyone that is having snow: Enjoy it!
Once again my faith in customer service has been re-affirmed. This time by a car hire company. To be more specific Alamo National car rental in Bracknell. They have been requested by my insurace bods to supply me with a replacement car until my car is fixed (of course the cost will be covered by the third party insurer), more news on that in a minute.
Recently (as in yesterday) they replaced the ford Mondeo originally provided with a brand new vectra. Not entirely sure why, but shelves came into the explination. The moment you start imagining shelves big enough for cars the rest of the conversation is lost.
Anyway, the vectra provided had a problem, the heating blowers could only take one of two positions: Off, or full bast. Being slightly British I was unsure about whether to complain about it, seeing as it’s not really a huge fault. After some contemplating I decided that it did annoy me and it never hurts to ask.
So, I call and explain. Increadably friendly lady on the other end immediately agrees that this is a bad thing esspecially given the weather (what!). So the car is being replaced tomorrow, it would have been replaced today if it weren’t for the fact that it wasn’t my turn to drive in today so it’s at home, and the keys are in my pocket.
So National Alamo get the Rob thumbs up seal of approval. (C)
It’s been a long time since my last free idea, even though I’ve had a few knocking around my head for even longer. Still, worth the wait I think, this one is a corker. And it has nothing to do with burning my hand on the kettle at work trying to find out if it’s hot or not. Honest
Simple: A sticker, that changes colour to heat (they exist, used to come free with cereals) but more specifically only changes colour when its above 85-90°C (arbitrary numbers right now but hey). You then stick the sticker to the side of your kettle. If it’s changed colour, no need to re-boil.
Tefal could do a whole thing about it, seeing as they have the frying pans with a similar idea.
Or, if that’s too simple and cheap for you. A kettle that has a ‘recently boiled’ light on it, that’ll stay on for 10 mins after it’s been boiled.
Someone please do it, and if you feel the need to celebrate my genius with this simple thinking then mail me: rob AT randomtask DOT co DOT uk.
(I’m sure you can workout the anti-spam action going on there)
So, after a slightly disturbed sleep, I woke and drove into work in the normal manner.
However this was not to be a completely normal journey.
I was coming up to a roundabout behind a white transit van. “If only these things were see through…” I thought “.. then I could tell when it’s going to stop” SHIIIIIII…….. I slamed on the breaks as the van stopped unexpectedly. ABS hammered the front breaks and I stopped uncomfortably close to the vans rear bumper.
“Phew, that was pretty clo….” SCREEEEEEEEEEEE BANG!
The car behind me hit. I went into the Van.
My shoulders slump “bugger”. Read the rest of this entry »
It started getting interesting today at about 2:30 this morning.
It was at this time that I was woken by the sound of my door opening, then closing. Looking up I saw a rather naked Dave padding into my room….
I took a rather British approach to this unexpected turn of events:
“What are you doing?”
“What, oh god sorry, er… ”
Confusion seemed complete. With a few more apologies and the accusation of being “a clever bastard” (?!) Dave left. Or at least tried to.
“I can’t get the door open”
“It’s a normal door”
“Yeah but it’s got no handle”…. He was attempting to open the door on the hinges side.
It was around about this time that things started to fall into place. Dave had been out drinking the night before. I had heard of situations where drunken sleepwalking occurs. I even experienced it myself (fortunately not naked) when I somehow got ‘lost’ in my final year house and stumbled into Andy’s room.
After a while Dave found the handle but was faced with another problem.
“It doesn’t work”
“Pissit it must be locked”
“It doesn’t lock it’s just a normal door”
After a bit more fumbing the poor guy realised his mistake and pulled the door open.
I couldn’t get to sleep for quite a while because I was laughing too hard.