I bought a new torch today, even though I didn't really want to! It's a long story .........
I took out a fixed price energy contract 1 year ago, and was given £30 of Nectar points as a perk. When I was told this week it was ending, I also discovered that the £30 would expire tomorrow! I knew nothing about them, I had to set up a Nectar account, then discovered I could buy things from Argos with them, but that also meant opening an Argos account, then linking the 2 accounts, which resulted in 2 phone calls for help lasting over an hour.
Anyway, it turned out I didn't have to actually spend £30 by tomorrow, I only had to spend SOMETHING to activate the card, so I ordered the cheapest thing I could find, which, guess what, was a pocket torch
but got loads.
already.
So then I had to face the 2 1/2 hour round trip to town by bus to collect it, the first time for a year! The buses are now twice as bad (and that's saying something). Anyway, I now have yet another torch, but I do like it
Then I wanted to go to my favourite Chinese restaurant for a curry beef BUT (and it's a big but) the local rag has just published that it's the only place in Plymouth with a ZERO hygiene rating!!!!!
I went in and asked if they had improved, they said they had, and were waiting for a re-inpection, so I risked it, and it was delicious and huge
Normally it is almost full of Chinese customers, which is a good sign, but today I was the only one there throughout.
But I visited the loo, there were hand towels all over the floor as the dispenser was broken but in any case the bin was full. As I was the only customer, I looked into the ladies, where the toilet seat was in the centre of the floor, and more towels on the floor, and another broken dispenser.
There was no excuse for this, and it looked like they hadn't been cleaned and the bins emptied for days.
I told you it was a long story. And although is was a sunny day, the town was dismal, half the shops closed, and half the pedestrian precint dug up and surouned by safety mesh so there was a large detour just to cross to the other side.
No wonder they call it the Dreaded High Street!