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Morning all. A heavy frost overnight and Mme's car didn't have enough battery power to start it. Out with the jump leads which worked, but it was certainly cold out there. Went off to get some bread and noticed an elderly farmer driving his equally elderly tractor. The modern one has heaters for the winter, aircon for the summer as well as inside cab entertainment. The old tractor had the man sat in the open, with his hat pulled down to almost eye level, and his face was glowing red with the biting cold. They used to breed hardy individuals once upon a time. Have a good day whatever the weather.
Farming certainly isn't what it used to be. Here in Aberdeenshire, farmers mostly work from home - tractors/harvesters can be operated from their laptops. Dairy farmers even have their cows hooked up via bluetooth so they can let the farmer know when they're sick...
Make sure they're backed up on a cloud platform Yorkie. Google Drive is probably a convenient/cheap place to consider.
Morning all, damp, grey and not at all inviting outside. Good news is that French pharmaceutical company Sanofi announces it will mass produce a Covid vaccine developed by its rivals Pfizer and BioNtech. An agreement has been reached and they expect to be able to produce 100 million doses by the end of the year. A spot of cooperation for the good of all. Have a good day.
Morning all. Grey and damp, but very mild. Two of my granddaughters received calls from the track and trace system this week to say that they had been in contact with a covid positive case in school. Different days and different persons, but sat next to them in the canteen. Off to get a test at the local lab, and both received negative results within 24 hours. The system is working, so back to school again. Have a good safe day whatever you are doing.
Evening All, Just to let you know that Mrs Fez has had her biopsies back and we're relieved and pleased to say that they're all clear. recovery from the surgery continues at a snails pace but still quicker than previously. Back in four months for another check for nasties.
Great news for both of you. In such grim times it is lovely to receive some good news for a change. Love to Mrs Fez and hope she continues to recover well.
Had an odd experience today. My five year old smartphone finally broke my patience on Monday night with its tantrums over connecting to the internet and phone service, so I bit the bullet and ordered a new one via Amazon on Tuesday. Nothing flash or expensive, just another cheap Chinese one - an uleFone Note P7 for the princely sum of £80. True to form with Amazon, it almost arrived before it left and I spent most of yesterday afternoon setting up, customising, transferring 'stuff' from the old one etc. It wasn't until late yesterday that I suddenly realised there was no sound on the damned thing - no ringtones, no alarms, no music/videos, no notifications - totally silent. To test it, I rang my wife on hers - she could hear me but I couldn't hear her. After trawling through the settings looking for something I may have not activated, then looking at what laughingly passed for a user manual, I decided to email the company to ask for advice /complain, and put the phone to one side muttering darkly. To their credit, they responded virtually straight away, and their reply was waiting for me this morning. In the reply, they asked me for the phone's serial number which I had forgotten to include - as I picked the phone up to look for it, it started ringing. Somehow, overnight it had fixed itself - everything was working as it should do. I've no idea what had gone wrong, or how it was fixed - but if it happens again, I'll be getting one of my sons to deal with it...
That is indeed good news - here's a celebratory drink from me. If she can't manage it, send it back and I'll have it for her.
Morning all. Broken cloud, but dry and mild. One of my neighbours has been hard at work this week, along with some hired help, converting one of his barns into a stable. Horses mean manure as I remember from the days when the Express dairy had horse drawn milk floats. The horse would know where it had to walk to, then stop while the milkman made his deliveries to almost every house. None of these plastic bottles but glass ones that were taken back, sterilized, and reused. The householders would be poised with their shovel and buckets ready to feed the roses with the offering from the horse. Have a good and fruitful day.
That takes me back a few years, to when we had an almighty bust-up with our neighbours in Queensland. Our home at the time was a bungalow with a wraparound verandah and our kitchen opened up to the fence side which separated us from the neighbours. We had extended the verandah roof to the fence using shadecloth and created a small rockery, water feature and fernery, turning that side into a rather pleasant outdoor dining room. Pleasant, that is, until the neighbours decided to create raised vegetable plots on their side of the fence and filled the damned things with horse manure - we couldn't use the area, nor could we even open the kitchen french doors as the stench would fill the house. After a few heated exchanges resolved nothing, I lodged a complaint with the Council who, after inspecting the set-up, ruled in favour of the neighbours, for reasons I never understood. I eventually took matters into my own hands - with the help of a farming friend, I obtained a large supply of glyphosate and saturated his plots.
I am not young enough not to remember the milkman from my village. Sometimes he took me back from a lock-in in the local pub to my house in the morning and my mother wouldn´t be angry as I´d saved the two bottles, the paper and the bottle of orange from the blutits pecking / drinking. It´s a long weekend here (F-becoming gringo-bank holiday even!) ¡¡ENJOY!!
Morning all. Sunshine and showers forecast for today, but no sign of the sun part of that yet. Spent an hour on the phone yesterday speaking to NHS Business Services. Back in November I received a letter from the UK government telling me that I needed to apply for a new EHIC card to use on my travels if I was outside France. Went to the website and filled in the form, received a reference number and then nothing. Mme filled her form in the same day, received an e-mail back to say she would receive her card shortly, and yesterday it arrived. Where is mine I wondered, so using the letter she had received with her card I telephoned the number given if you were calling from abroad. Young lady says, I cannot hear you, can you please phone again. Did that, and had a different lady who took all my details, then said I was in the wrong department, but she would transfer me. Ghastly music, then another young lady took all my details, then said I needed to speak to overseas department, and she would transfer me. Finally was it touch with another lady who was overseas department. Why had I been singled out to not receive a new card I wanted to know? We don't have your e-mail address on our records was the answer. But you acknowledged my application by e-mail, so how come you don't have it? All done by machine, so no one updates their systems. Finally sorted, and a card will be sent shortly. Have a good hassle free day.
