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I drove to a housing estate on the edge of Hatfield to make a drop off. The “business” I was visiting was in an unassuming home and I had to wear a mask as the goods were handed over.
I wasn’t buying or selling drugs (though if live work doesn’t start again soon then I might have to find a way to supplement my income). I was getting my Brexity vacuum cleaners fixed by a nice old man who I had discovered online. I have two Dysons (oooh get me) but neither of them are working very well (and I wouldn’t buy them again) but he thinks he can make them as good as new again. And I hope he’s right. Because I like the idea of this man in Hatfield sorting out people’s hoover problems using a lifetime of vacuum based skill.
Also it’ll be nice to be able to clean our house properly. We have an ancient Henry hoover (probably best known for appearing in the final part of my sex robot series) (and get me, three vacuums and two graters - someone is doing OK for themselves) but the pipe bit is a bit cracked, which isn’t ideal and he needs to nee plugged in. Also we were once in `a sexual relationship and though it ended mutually and amicably, it’s hard to shift all the grubbiness. Which is what the hoover is supposed to do.
Now I might have been the victim of an elaborate sting, where a Hatfield man gets people to bring him broken hoovers and then moves house so they never see him again (and Dysons are pretty expensive, so even a broken one can probably make that hassle worthwhile), but I am going to trust him, both to mend and return my cleaning equipment.
I wish all businesses worked like this. I haven't even discussed prices with this guy. I just know he'll do a good job and offer a fair price. And he'll never try and fill our bodies with Nanobots so he can control us.
I haven’t managed to get anyone to come round and fix my kitchen lights yet. Being an adult is just an endless stream of dealing with things breaking and (if like me you have no technical skills) paying people to hold fix them. The hoovers are only two and three years old. The house was rewired three years ago. You’d think you’d get longer than this before you had to start the whole merry-go-round again.
I’d spent the morning trying to sort out an issue with my apple accounts with chat advisors which sorted one problem but created some different ones.
So I didn’t get any work done. Nothing’s working. Not even me.
And play myself at snooker. Nearly 900 people tuned in to some or all of that.
I am not sure what constitutes work any more.
Philippa Edwards of Brighton won this month’s box of DVDs, scripts, signed stuff and rare merch. Next month it could be you.
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