I skipped over control structures and Boolean logic (which I'd covered 6 times before leaving University, in Maths, Physics, Philosophy and Computing (at least 3 times)) and went straight on to Exceptions, which I'd not encountered before. Suddenly I was taking in new things and *pow* I'm enjoying myself again.
I've now covered "Overloading Constructors" and am on to "static Methods and Data" which I've not seen anything like before. I'll take this one to bed with me, I think..
Sitting at home today, waiting for the plumber to arrive. We're finally getting our bathroom installed, which will get it out of our living room.
When he turns up I'm then going to (after making him tea) head dow to B&Q and pick up tiles so that when the bath has been removed we'll be able to tile all the way down to the floor. The shower unit will then go in to that corner.
The toilet and basin are both being changed too, and we're assuming that they'll both be fairly quick, as otherwise we'll be toiletless for a while :->
I'm only taking today off, and we're trusting them with a key tomorrow/Wednesday as we simply don't have the holiday time.
Plumber arrived half an hour early.
Plumber was given the wrong instructions ("Bathroom Suite being replaced" and so doesn't have any shower tools with him)
So today, apparently, we lose our bath and basin and tiles, and tomorrow we get the new tiles going in.
Realisation number 237 - if you take out a bath and put in a shower, your old carpet is no use at all - we're going to need some new carpet...
Oi, Guy, wanna put your newfound carpet-laying skills to good use? I'll be extraordinarily grateful!
(and no, Hugh, I'm not avoiding asking you, I just know that you're completely run off your feet at the moment and if I take you away from home any more Meredith will forget what you look like.)
So, I moved house recently, and that means sorting out council tax for my new place. they sent me a request for the final 2 months of lastyear, so I knew they knew I lived here, and I waited for the forms to come through telling me how to pay by direct debit for this year. And waited. And forgot about it. And received a demand for all £1059 in a lump sum.
So I phoned them up and explained I'd never had the direct debit letter, and they were very understanding and sent me a direct debit form to fill out, which I did.
And then last Friday I got a letter through telling me they'd be taking £150 out each month for the next 6 months, which was just fine.
And then last Saturday I got a letter with the words "Final Demand" on it for £1059.
So I called them today, spent 10 minutes on hold and discovered that their computer systems are down and that without them they can't tell me anything.
They expect the systems to be back up again by midday...
So, I picked up a load of tiles (going for the slightly more expensive ones, on the grounds that I'll have to stare at them for the next 5 years) and some grouting/sealant, and then phoned for a taxi (tiles being heavy as fuck). When the taxi arrived I got into the taxi and he passed boxes of tiles in to me. At which point my phone range, or rather I realised it had been ringing for at least a 10 seconds. So I continued to accept tiles with one hand (ow), grabbing for my phone with the other.
I just missed the call as the driver passed me the last box and checked my "missed calls" list as we drove off. It wasn't until I was carrying boxes upstairs that I realised I had no grouting. A quick call to the taxi driver ascertained that he didn't have it either.
As it happened, the plumber left me a note telling me he couldn't find the tap, which he'd need first thing tomorrow. So I rang Erin and we remembered that Ikea had always been out of the model we liked. So back to B&Q I went again (grabbing Hugh on the way for company), where I discovered that they'd found and kept my grouting container, bought a tap I could live with (£40 versus the £99 the one I liked was) and brought them all back home again.
Sigh, another hour and a half gone...
I was visiting my parents and they asked me o take a look at something. They were being mysterious, which as my friends will know just makes me more curious. So I set down and the pass me a strange block with word inscribed on it. I turn it over a few times, and realise as I'm doing so that the words are different every time I turn to a new side, no matter how many sides I turn to. Cue strange hallunicogenic effects all around me as part of my brain becomes unlocked.
Something near me (I don't remember what) began to vibrate in place, and I realised that it was doing so under my control. I was able to move things by the power of my mind. The rest of the dream is a blur of strangeness, with me learning that this was a hereditary secret I was let into. I remember at one point I was practicing flying a knife about, lost control and embedded it in Mum. Who laughed, pulled it out and the wound healed by itself.
I woke up with a strange feeling in my brain, and spent a good thirty seconds trying to move things by mind control alone, before giving up and getting a drink with my hands...