Discussion in 'Moopy Moop' started by Ag, Jun 9, 2019.
Morning God folk.
Sieben sieben alu-lu
Good evening from the land of rice and tourism mascots
Went to bed in the huff last night, frustrated by my lack of progress with the track I was working on. Couldn't sleep, got back out of bed, turned everything on again and went back to work.
Ah, the artistic temperament.
Afternoon from GAY PARIS. On my way home shortly, quick turnaround and off to Bristol to see those Spice Girls tomorrow night
Oh DO FUCK OFF.
What’s your BEEF?
Fucking Spice Girls. Fuck that.
I'm assuming Ag is still Team Posh.
Going back to the time keeping thing, we arranged for 3 families to come to ours today for 2:30pm for a play date. Not one person has arrived yet.
All cunts. Poison their kids.
I'm just PRESSURE WASHED the PATIO and got COVERED IN MUD
Who knew it wasn't BLACK?
Pressure washing is quite therapeutic
I think about two thirds of everyone I know locally seems to be going to that Spice Girls gig tomorrow.
Go out. Screw them
You're missing a bit; it would need to be "Go out. Find them. Screw them,"
What an old MISER.
(I realise this isn’t news)
MISERY I'll give you, but not MISER
It says a lot about the audience for the Spice Girls tour that comments on my Facebook feed include:
"The trains were really well handled by Scotrail"
"I had no difficulty getting my bottle of wine in"
"I think I know who shat in that woman's garden"
I'm sat trying to complete some lasting power of attorney forms for my dad. The instructions about who can sign it, where they can sign it and what order it should be signed is like one of those conundrums "octy wore a flowered blouse and blue shoes, lolly wore plaid trousers and carpet slippers, Ag wore a cowboy hat and red socks, who wore the purple glasses?".
My brain is completely bashed in.
Legal stuff is like that - this is largely because it evolves rather than being created as a fit for purpose thing. It's basically a pain in the arse that keeps a lot of pains-in-the-arse in a job.
PS - I have one flowered blouse and one pair of blue shoes but the day I wear them together, you can have me shot.
I found doing probate and inheritance tax for Mr L's mother similarly mind boggling. The fact that there was a 90 odd page instruction 'leaflet' to fill out a 30 odd page form is bonkers. Never mind all the supplementary schedules as well. I couldn't do it for more than about 60 minutes at a time before needing to whimper and sit in a cupboard with a damp flannel on my forehead.
Last night, in bed, Mr F and I were having a conversation about his eye problem (doesn't focus properly with his left eye) and he said he thought he should get a monacle for his right eye as the left lens of his glasses is useless and may as well be plain glass. Then he said he was also going to get a hat, a dress jacket and a cane and wear all of them at the same time. I told him that I would never ever be seen in public with him wearing that ensemble because it would be worse than his "twat hat" (it's what I call the bushhat that he insists on wearing) and the only time it would be acceptable to me was at my funeral. I now expect you to wear your flowery blouse and blue shoes to my funeral also. I shall be wearing a dress, which nobody will see because I'm in a box, but I'll still be wearing one.
Another gripe that I have with these forms is they're both 32 pages long. You have to send them in, not stapled or clipped together, in the correct order but there are no numbers on them and several blank pages separating sections. If you send them back in the wrong order or they haven't been signed in the correct order they just send them back! It costs £164 to register them and if one page is in the wrong place you have to start all over again!
Actually, me sitting and whining on moopy about them is my way of procrasinating. I know I have to sort them out but just reading the instructions puts me on the verge of tears. I think I'll take them to work and do them tomorrow.
The thing that frustrated me most was that the instruction leaflets never seem to answer what you're asking. I'd find myself faced with a form wondering if I'd need to complete it, but nothing telling me that directly. So instead you proceed to complete it, and then at the end be told 'if answer at box 81b exceeds x, do not fill out this form. Complete form y and schedule z instead'.
I get why people pay solicitors thousands to do it instead. The annoying thing is that it isn't DIFFICULT - just really convoluted.
Good Evening Moopy. We are just back from a rather delightful Sunday lunch (sans du vin ) and I am feeling the best I have in about a week. Amazing what a good nights kip does.
I've had a WHOLE GLASS OF WINE this weekend and it was glorious. I have to say I've rather enjoyed the weekend on balance. I saw a Scottish marching band today, which I suspect is a first (for me, there have been Scottish marching bands before).
I am still dying from last night, trying to force myself to get out of bed and go to the gym
Well, now I'll need to sort the whole outfit. At least you've given some advance warning.
Watched (most of) the Eng v Scot women's football because I;m that big a cliche now. Bloody VAR, bloody referee.