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New Year's Day
So, here we are in 2020. Funny, everything looks the same but everyone in this city has slept in like crazy!
Since I was at work the NYE day,I was very tired when I got home, even though they let us out early (yay), so all I did was take care of the rats, eat some stuff, mess around online and crash. I discovered that for some inexplicable reason my iinet mail account is not working. All I see is a screen full of white space and some text - [writing of post is interrupted for long rambling phone call with mother].
Yes, Mum, I know, your radio remote does have batteries and probably your old remote didn't even have a problem beyond a dead battery and yes, you probably have jammed a battery into the new remote now that you remember it has them.
Honest to Gods, shoot me before I lose my marbles like that. I know, I'm uncharitable, but this follows a conversation where I attempted to convince my mother that the thing even had batteries and she wouldn't believe me.
Anyway, back to weird iinet behaviour. I use my gmail account a lot more than the iinet one so I don't think I'll miss anything crucial, it's just annoying. One moment it's there, then an hour later it's not and I have no idea what, if anything, I did. Maybe those marbles are already falling free.
I'm a bit rattled. After I finally climbed out of bed, I got dressed enough for public decency, fed the rats and headed down the road to get some stuff from one of the shops which doesn't shut on public holidays. Was at the counter with my stuff when yelling erupted in the doorway and we saw a man swearing at and trying to drag a woman outside. He did back off when customers moved in and I was able to persuade her to come back inside while staff rang the police. Honestly, some guys just need a bullet. Forget rehabilitation. [I'm sorry, but I've been a court transcriber for a long time and that job does not encourage boundless faith in humanity].
The vic was shaking and crying and this bastard was yelling that she'd be charged for stealing his phone. She claimed she didn't have it (she had about four full bags of shopping so it was impossible to tell) but even if she did, no excuse. The staff took her in back to wait for the police and I left at that point. Gave them my details to pass on if the police wanted a witness, but hopefully they've got enough. The shop was certainly full of possible witnesses.
Since I was at work the NYE day,I was very tired when I got home, even though they let us out early (yay), so all I did was take care of the rats, eat some stuff, mess around online and crash. I discovered that for some inexplicable reason my iinet mail account is not working. All I see is a screen full of white space and some text - [writing of post is interrupted for long rambling phone call with mother].
Yes, Mum, I know, your radio remote does have batteries and probably your old remote didn't even have a problem beyond a dead battery and yes, you probably have jammed a battery into the new remote now that you remember it has them.
Honest to Gods, shoot me before I lose my marbles like that. I know, I'm uncharitable, but this follows a conversation where I attempted to convince my mother that the thing even had batteries and she wouldn't believe me.
Anyway, back to weird iinet behaviour. I use my gmail account a lot more than the iinet one so I don't think I'll miss anything crucial, it's just annoying. One moment it's there, then an hour later it's not and I have no idea what, if anything, I did. Maybe those marbles are already falling free.
I'm a bit rattled. After I finally climbed out of bed, I got dressed enough for public decency, fed the rats and headed down the road to get some stuff from one of the shops which doesn't shut on public holidays. Was at the counter with my stuff when yelling erupted in the doorway and we saw a man swearing at and trying to drag a woman outside. He did back off when customers moved in and I was able to persuade her to come back inside while staff rang the police. Honestly, some guys just need a bullet. Forget rehabilitation. [I'm sorry, but I've been a court transcriber for a long time and that job does not encourage boundless faith in humanity].
The vic was shaking and crying and this bastard was yelling that she'd be charged for stealing his phone. She claimed she didn't have it (she had about four full bags of shopping so it was impossible to tell) but even if she did, no excuse. The staff took her in back to wait for the police and I left at that point. Gave them my details to pass on if the police wanted a witness, but hopefully they've got enough. The shop was certainly full of possible witnesses.
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Had to visit the cousins today to give them their presents, now back at home in the quiet.
Sorry to hear of the altercation, and well done on your intervention there. I hope I could do it if it happened to me.