Victor's at it again

A friend dropped in this morning to show us the new DAB radio he'd bought in the sale at Homebase, and to test it here to see if we can get digital radio. Silly idea, of course we can't, it's like the Lost World down this valley. When we moved in, we couldn't get a TV picture until someone came to put a powerful aerial in the loft. We can just about get a radio signal if we put the radio in the bedroom window and point the aerial in exactly the right direction.

We toyed with the idea of going to Homebase ourselves, as there's an extra 10% off today and tomorrow and we need some garden tools. In the end we just couldn't find the courage. We both hate DIY, and DIY shops particularly. They are so depressing; the heart sinks on going throught the door. Nothing these days seems to be made of a proper material - have you noticed? It's all wood-effect and stone-effect and marble-effect. Which means that it looks just like what it is - plastic. The people who did this house up were very into -effect, but there's not much point in doing anything about that unless and until we decide we're staying.

So we spent the afternoon getting photos for Andy's passport application, queuing in the Post Office and being told the photos weren't acceptable because there was a tiny bit of glare off his glasses.

This blog is becoming more and more like One Foot in the Grave. It's a good thing I'm going back to college next week. I obviously need to get out more.