We have a spare tele which I suggested moving to the new den but I was told very firmly that it is far too small for split screen double gaming (whatever that means) so M and I have been coerced into purchasing a new enormous-to-the-point-of-vulgarity TV, which barely fits in the room and takes up all available free space. It's all you see when you go into the attic (well, that and two pairs of feet).
The boys went into whispered raptures of hushed reverence and worship when they saw the new TV in situ, and it had barely been taken out of the box and plugged in before they were gleefully shooting each other on it.
Job done for them then. For M and I it was not so easy. In order to leave the shop we very nearly had to engage in a bare-knuckle fight. You may remember earlier in the year I had an experience in a computer mega-store that had me vowing never again to step foot in it. Well, I've added this shop to that growing list. I tell you, it's John Lewis all the way for me from now on.
The problem was our lack of interest in the extended product warranty. The lad who sold us the TV tried OVER AND OVER AND OVER again to change our minds, despite us saying very clearly right at the beginning of the conversation that we didn't want one. We might as well not have spoken. He may well get into trouble with his bosses for not reaching warranty-sales targets at the end of the month, but if there was an award for 'persistent employee of the month' he would have won it hands-down. It reminded me of that you tube (or whatever it was) clip a few weeks back with the couple who wanted to leave some contract and the person on the phone wouldn't let them.
M is generally more patient and polite than I am, but after he told the lad for the third time that he didn't want the warranty and I could see the boy drawing breath to launch into the thousandth reason why we should buy it, I cut in and said in my best Mother Of Boys voice: WE DON'T WANT IT.
To which he said: why not?
Because we don't, I snapped.
In the end I left M to finish the purchase and took L to buy a new chest of drawers, before I got myself arrested for battery.
On a more positive note, Pops is continuing to mend. I'm not sure the process has benefited from her endlessly positive outlook. M keeps telling her she's having too much fun and she should cultivate being depressed so that she doesn't feel like racing about. But Poppy is an unstoppable force nature whom it has proved impossible to control.
I have given up walking her on the lead in the garden, so this afternoon she came with me under her own steam (and she has lots of it) to find Interesting Creatures.....
|Carder bee on Salvia|
|A type of Rove Beetle (Staphylinidae)|
|Buff tailed bumble on echinacea|
|Caryopteris, just starting to flower after being bought earlier in the year.|
|Cinnamon Bug (I forgot to sniff it!)|
|Devil's Coach-Horse (found by Poppy)|
|Emperor Dragonfly (blurry I know but still id'able. I watched it for ages)|
|Helophilus pendulus (hoverfly)|
|And part two...|
|Large White on Verbena|
|Shieldbug eggs, empty|
1. Chewing a ball quietly is good...
2. Racing up and down the fence line because you can hear Millie, the neighbour's dog, is not....
3. Listening quietly but attentively for Millie is good.....
4. Looking like you might be considering how best to jump over the fence in order to reach Millie is not....
Thank goodness for Teddy, always calm, always sensible (unless pigeons are involved)....
Shame she takes no notice of his example whatsoever. Well, vets tomorrow and hopefully stitches out and PJs off. At present I feel like the mother of a three month old baby, the amount of time I am spending washing baby grows and hanging them on the line to dry. No doubt our neighbours are starting to think there is something we haven't told them :-)