A Sideways Look

And again, bizarrely, they all seem to be showing his left side.

Gotta love that button nose.

Can I scratch that for you, darling?

So It Goes

I cut short my earlier visit because there was a local police meeting at 7.30. At least that's what they told me a couple of weeks ago. I arrived just in time to see everyone leave - it had been at 6.30. So my aching body limped me back home for another cyber-session.

This is the tight fit (mmm, memories of the Tuxedo Hill jet scene) I had to get my fridge freezer into.

Not to mention the magnets back in place even before the food...

Having removed the decorative pelmet underneath the top cabinet on Sunday, today I had to release the worktop on the lower cupboard to give an extra millimetre of space. (I am not exaggerating.) I also had to remove a bit of skirting board (for that, read "hack repeatedly and exhaustedly to remove the offending rock, sorry wood, micron by micron"). Two hours later the fridge slipped effortlessly (hm, hm) into place.


The motor has yet to shut off, so knowing my luck it's busted and will have to go back after using enough electricity to run an industrial freezer. Gee, isn't it great to buy an appliance A+ rated for efficiency.

My Great Face

Flying visit. Nearly killed myself fitting in the new fridge freezer, of which more another time, and will be going out soon for a local police team consultative meeting.

Come and Fill My Space

Or better still, fill my space and come...

My, Bobby hates that husband/father.

Armed and Dangerous

Principally armed, but two "dangerous" - to him, if we were there! See if you can guess which ones.

It Pays to be a Pain

Well, I went and had a rant at Comet today. At first the store manager couldn't be bothered to come out to me, and I had to see the Customer Service assistant.

For some reason, he was unapologetic - I didn't deserve an apology because of my "attitude". Of course, that attitude was nothing to do with them and their incompetence - I should just have come in and been nice. So I had him send for the manager, who then discovered that he's actually already had my email to his Head Office to deal with, and was a lot more accommodating.

So the deal - dictated by me - was the internet price including the 5% discount, all the free bells and whistles from before, and a date and time to suit me.

They agreed, though they say that they cannot guarantee the delivery time - their afternoon slot goes from 2pm - so I have had them mark up the docket as "not home before 4pm". If it actually arrives - Result!

If not, back to the drawing board.

Active Giant

Peek-a-boo tum!


Eye, eye.


I wonder what he's wondering?


A hairy situation.


"I hate you, perp!"


Shake a leg.


What a lashly picture.


Whisper in my ear like that, and I'll grab you and never let go.


"Oh yeah?"

Incompetent or What?

I measured the gap from every possible angle (except the one where there's no fridge in the way). I dismantled part of a fitted cupboard. I cleaned and cleared and planned. I bit my nails down to the knuckles while cleaning out the hens in case the phone call came that the fridge was an hour away, while I had them ranging free. When the call came (at 3.15) I disgorged the contents of the fridge and the freezer into containers that would keep them close to the correct temperature.

The men arrived around 4pm. They measured up, and said they thought the appliance would fit even without the removal of the skirting board which they wouldn't do even if I paid them). They unpacked the appliance on the tailgate of their van to check the measurements. I took one look at the naked front of the thing and knew.

It had no water cooler. It had one door. It was a freezer. Just a freezer. No fridge.

The men took it away. I phoned the helpline. They phoned the store, which, unusually stays open till 5pm on a Sunday, when most close at 4pm. They do not have a fridge freezer at the price I paid. The sales assistant who served me swears we looked at lots of things, he can't poimt to the one I settled for.

WELL IT COULDN'T BE THE FREEZER, DIMBO, 'COS I DIDN'T LOOK AT ANY OF THOSE 'COS I DIDN'T WANT ONE! No wonder I couldn't find the exact one with the right code on the internet yesterday.

So I'd been overcharged for the wrong thing. Seems it must have been my fault for not noticing that he'd called up the wrong code number on the computer. Or that the label on the appliance must have been the wrong one in the wrong place. All my fault, you see? I should have mastered their system, even though it is obviously a mystery to them.

I have also wasted a precious Sunday, not to mention the couple of hours spent choosing the damn thing on Friday. And I don't have a new fridge freezer, only a bloody great big fury boiling up inside.

Oh - and if I'd bought the same thing from the same company's online store, it would only have been £499.

Brits - don't EVER buy from Comet. Unless you love being wound up to breaking point. "We live electricals"? If I have my way, you'll die by them.

Intense

Our Bobby displays intensity like no other detective in the history of TV.

He even looks intense from the back.





















Now I'd like to get intense with him.