Very Tired Blip

Up at stupid o'clock to get over to Consett for 8am to meet the plumber. Fortunately he was only 10 minutes late and therefore I didn't have to kill him. Having climbed out of bed so early, he would not have made it to his next appointment if he had arrived after 8.15.

The blip is a large tub of sweets that apparently you have to buy to dish out to the hordes of children who may call because it's Halloween. My preferred method is to close the curtains and ignore the door bell but I'm reliably informed that I'm a miserable old sod who is not entering into the spirit of things. Ho hum!