Things change. Evolve. Metamorphosise. Its the nature of things.

We used to have the dreaded Lyme’s Disease. Get bitten by a tic and you’ll suffer, bit like flu, bit of pain, and up to 6 months when you might have difficulty thinking. Which is why the condition evolved into Lime’s Disease. In which this lack of thinking causes sufferers to leave their electric rental bikes all over the fucking place. Blocking paths. Blocking pavements, roads, driveways, shopfronts, anywhere. Rent a Lime bike; dump it wherever you want. You’re struggling with thought processes, so just don’t bother. Such things like ‘decency’ and ‘consideration’ and ‘not being a total wanker’ are for people with less befuddled minds.

Then there’s miles. As I’ve mentioned previously, us drivers of electric vehicles, we smug, sneering planet savers who accuse COP28 of being ‘blah, blah, blah’ and who are allowed to criticise the chairman there of being a ‘fucking hypocritical nob!!’ just because he happens to be the chairman of an oil producing company too, when he’s not being an eco-warrior, we have a different concept of ‘miles’ to the rest of you dolphin-murdering petrol-heads. On Wednesday night our EV showed 140 miles. 24 hours later, having driven possibly 20 miles, it was showing 32 left. Which changed, as the temperature dropped, to 16. What? Your ‘miles’ don’t change with the thermometer??? You total dinosaur!! Anyway, plugged the car in and went to bed.

To find this morning, we had… 16 miles on the car and a ‘charge interrupted’ notice. Interrupted by whom? I wished to know but who would you ask? The car?? And the car wouldn’t charge. And what use is an electric vehicle which won’t electrify?

Never mind, Kamil’s coming to change the thermostat on the bath. The whole room was replaced 6 months ago and yet you can’t make the bathwater colder. Without a mallet and strong pair of pliers. So they sent a new thermostat, and our boy said, just 10 minutes and he’s turning off the water.

Though as it happened, not all of the water as, following the screams in Polish, I found him with both hands against the opening in the wall, from which Niagara Falls was coming, at the speed and force of my high pressure hose. And I’m guessing that’s not right.

5 minutes, 326 gallons of water, one wet Pole and three changes of clothes later and everything was great. Except the car, obviously, but can’t blame that on the bathroom.

Happy days

A xxxx