All entries for October 2006
October 30, 2006
I saw a pigeon with reeeeeally short legs today. Just thought I’d mention it.
October 06, 2006
Tea is good. So very good.
I like tea. With biscuits. Or jam on toast.
October 03, 2006
I’m going to put up some pictures of my trip to Galway. I was away for a few weeks, a few weeks ago. And it was fun.
The first week the weather was fantastic and completely the opposite of the weather forecast, but then the second week Carraroe was covered by cloud, lashed with rain and received winds from the tail end of hurricane George, as crazy TV3 weatherman had said it would be. It was still nice to be there though.
On one of our coastal walks we met these two:
Hopefully will make it there next year too.
Tóg go bog é!
October 01, 2006
The first letter demanding council tax arrived, and it really struck that I am no longer a student. It also made me angry. OK, so I get angry without much provocation but reasons why the letter made me go grrrrr:
1) It means I am no longer a student.
2) They claimed it was a reminder, gave me 7 days to reply and covered it in red ink.
3)They addressed the letter to Miss K Bray. K!?!
Reason 1 isn’t really their fault, and I suppose if I am that desparate I could save up and do a Masters in something vocational and useful and thus return to studentdom.
Reason 2 might not be their fault, as the initial bill may have got lost in the post, so they thought I hadn’t replied, but the overuse of red ink gave it a threatning edge… though not to the same extent as TV liscensing… but the seven days was a bit unpractical as I had dissapearded acroos the sea. But when I rang up they said ignore this letter because we hadn’t recieved the first one.
Reason 3 must be their fault. Because we didn’t recieve any previous letters I am presumbing that they got my name from the electoral register. This means that they got the information from something I wrote. Now, I am not the greatest speller, I freely admit it. Just reading this blog is evidence that it’s a bit crap at best, but I am sure that I can spell my own name, and I am sure that my handwriting isn’t so bad as to make a C look like a K. So reason three is due the the sheer incompetance of somebody working for the council and I think I am allowed to be annoyed… and sod you if you don’t agree.
Ofcourse now it is all sorted they are resending the letters in a less threatning manner to Miss C Bray I am no longer angry. But I going to see what my council tax gets me and check if I’m getting my moneys worth…