2015 — 24 July: Friday
Today's first little treat? Perhaps some retail therapy1 down in Soton ahead of the overdue afternoon treat I've already lined up at the Figg tea and biccie shop. Who knows? I may even find myself back at that messy-fingers Chicago Rib joint come lunch-time. If so, you can blame Big Bro for my introduction to that particular food group.
Now that printing...
... seems once more within my capability...
... I really ought to draft a final letter to Barclays to terminate my relationship (officially) as dear Mama's Attorney (and latterly as her Executor) before they start charging me too much for the cost of the now-empty pair of accounts they set up last month. If I manage to escape with just their £25 fee for sending money all the way to NZ — and their further £50 fee for sending rather less money all the way to Soton — I shall count myself lucky, I guess.
Our weather gods...
... seem to have made different plans for me today:
"Yellow warning of wind?" Blimey. Is that a wolf I can hear howling in the mountains?
A guru speaks
Brian's opinion on my little HPLIP update fiasco:
I did suspect removing HPLIP would break scanning as it does seem to intertwine itself with both TWAIN and CUPS. I did poke around their website and still am not sure why they have produced such an all encompassing solution rather than simple drivers. In many ways it's good because it's the Windows way many folks are used to. In others it's bad because it obfuscates the problem when things go wrong.
I entirely agree. I've also added a warning note to myself here. Stop fixing what isn't broken!
The system having disgorged...
... the Mazda's registration, I've now got it insured for my collection next Thursday. There's still the minor detail of payment — £15,095 which, with dear Mama's legacy, I can now afford.2 Junior must decide how and when he drives away3 in "his" Yaris. Here he is driving away...
... in its predecessor (the tiny [but eminently fiscally-responsible] Aygo) following a similar exchange in October 2007. Christa was delighted we could pass her car along to him as her "going away" gift, just as the Yaris had been her "final" birthday gift to me.
Dribble!
I, too, remember these! (Link.) And here's an example of David Pilling's perfect attitude to his vocation, after a suitable interval:
Somehow...
... it's 19:36 and I'm enjoying Stravinsky's "Dumbarton Oaks" while I munch a simple, but healthy, fishy evening snack. (Delayed, I suspect, by the exceptionally fine contents of Roger's biscuit barrel earlier this afternoon.) It's been miserably wet out there almost all day, with more to come (I gather). Heck, I'm even wearing a woolly.
Right, that's Season #4 of "Suits" done and dusted. Most enjoyable tosh. Now, how about that letter to Barclays...? <Sigh>