Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: May 31, 2008

had a great day.

beautiful clear blue sky and hot hot sun.
i LOVE the english summer

all of us inc. stratford cycled down to the beach for the first time which was really good.
mrs.perou took z on the back of her bike so i could ride mine z free (for the first time in ages).

stopped at the lake on route and saw a huge fish with a human face.
i tried to catch a photo of it but failed.
i will perservere and you will see...and it will shock you.

cycled back for a swim in our pool for the first time this year.

then in doing a first rinse of the filter, the pump blew up.

i'm being unnaturally philosophical about it all.
there's so much broken in the last few days, getting upset seems pointless: just add it to the list.

this week: the new tv blew up, the phones and internet went down, the pool pump blew up, the old front door has warped in the rain/sun and now won't shut and...the thatch is STILL leaking over my office.

hahhahahhahahahaaaaaaaaa (manic laugh).

the BT engineer booked between 8am-1pm arrived at 12.50pm (glad we didn't wait in for him) and he told us that the phone and interent is working fine.
despite his colleague saying yesterday it wasn't and that they needed to come by today (and the internet clearly not working).
"i suggest you call out a bt broadband engineer...it's a different company...although it's still BT"

i cough 'wanker" under my breath and suggest he calls the guy that said there was a fault yesterday as nobody has fixed it and so it's still probably broken.
"he's from a different dept. mate: i'm not from round here. i'm just doing what i'm told"

the temptation to explain to the BT engineer, to his face, that he is a wanker is overwhelming especially when he fails to understand basic logic.
instead i just smile inanely, showing him back to the gates saying 'goodbye'.

if people were just slightly better educated in this country, a lot more would get done.
je désespère...

squeal piggy squeal

after a sensational omlette feast i kncoked up for lunch, we drove south to see our 10 day old piglets.

we're having two, at 12 weeks...for 3 months before they enjoy being reincarnated as sausages, bacon and pork chops.

they were SOOOooooo sweet.

not sweet enough to live out a long life of luxury as pets though.

mrs.perou (reformed vegitarian) isn't sure she'll be able to go through with the whole 'not buying your meat in a supermarket' nonsense.

if you eat animals you should be prepared to look after them, give them a happy life and kill them when required.

i love/d morrissey...but vegitarianism is not for me.