Monday and the day is wet and grey, I really do not wan to get up. I do my vitals and follow my partner down to breakfast after a shower. So today I am going into town with my partner as she buys a new phone. Having parked up and found the O2 shop we spend a long time with a very helpful assistant as we play dub and ignorant punter and ask a lot of questions. He takes us through the process which ends up with my partner getting the phone she wants on a cheaper plan. The real arse ache is that they will no longer do the data transfer in the shop as they cannot risk being accused of a data breach, so the transfer will have to happen at home following a crib sheet that they have given us. Sounds tricky to me but it will be my partner who does it. With a new phone tucked under the arm we head for the Apple shop to check my partners password to be met with a resounding, “sorry we can’t do that but here’s the number you need to ring to do it”. So the telephone sales guy who told us to pop into Apple because they can do it easily was talking bollocks.
We decide to snack while in town adn go to one of our favourite little cafes. Its is packed out and we just manage to squeeze onto the last table. It is neither as quaint or nice as I remember it. We order , chat and devour before heading home. I skip to the Post Office and send the Sweden box off to my son. When it will get there will all depend on how long Swedish customs feel they need to hold socks, jumper and a rain jacket. I guess it all depends on how paranoid they get about kids clothing. Last time it took them weeks for a football shirt and a pair of goal keeping gloves.
Once home I settle down to do the days crosswords, which I complete with out the aid of Google, so it is a good day. I unwrap the new external door mats and deploy them at the back door and then stare into space for a bit before trying to hunt down the Christmas cards I ordered, in the end I reorder them as I can find no record of ever paying for any to arrive. My spoons are ebbing away and I find myself drifting into the evening meal of risotto before starting to draft the blog. My partner is at her singing lesson tonight, and as time goes on we both get more twitchy that the phone to phone data transfer via the cloud may not be going to plan. All we can do is to wait and see what happens. I feel a perturbation coming on.
What ever happens I shall wend my way through the evening to the taking of my meds and a retreat to bed hoping that I can renew my spoon account for tomorrow and do all the packing and organising for the drive to the Spa on Wednesday for a well earned luxury break to celebrate my partners birthday.
