Day 148
Until today I thought the loudest noise in the known Universe was created by the lungs of Small Child but I’ve found something with an even higher volume.
The car alarm.
The current Mrs. Snowman arrived home from work today considerably earlier than usual and rather than confirming her arrival with the sound of a key turning in the door, I heard her approach from about three miles away.
Sometime during the afternoon while she was beavering away at her place of employment the said alarm decided to activate itself and then refused to shut itself off.
It was creating such an unbearable noise in the car park that her boss demanded she either find a way to stop it or finish early and drive it as far away from the premises as she could get before she ran out of gas.
Evidence of her early return confirmed that she was unable to resolve it and had instead opted for the next best thing…landing the problem very squarely in my lap.
The specific alarm fitted to the car is one of those continuous double tone siren things that have the same pitch as that used in audio experiments to shatter glass.
I’m not sure how she got home without being stopped by the police but she eventually parked outside the house with the damn thing at full throttle and asked me in a much panicked voice if I knew what was wrong. After opening the hood and looking around the engine bay in a knowing fashion I triumphantly shouted my diagnosis.
“Hmmm…I’m not an expert…but I think the alarm’s on”
Thankfully, the noise prevented the entire neighbourhood hearing her answer but some elementary lip reading gave me the idea that my response wasn’t that helpful.
Luckily we have a car repair shop about half a mile from the house, and after passing a number of rather irate motorists I left it with them to sort out and walked back. Doubtless it will be another expensive exercise with most of the cost coming being derived from a charge for statutory noise pollution.
Very much a disastrous afternoon.
Speaking of disasters, I’m back to playing freeroll tables again with the same level of success that I’ve had at the paid ones.
Three such tournaments were the recipients of my presence today and even though I reached the last three hundred in two of them, it wasn’t sufficient to either earn any cash or gain entry into a higher level game. I have however gained a respectable amount of “frequent player points” from my earlier efforts which means it has increased the amount of games I’m able to enter.
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll have a shot at a couple of games reserved for FPP entry and try and increase my balance that way.
Or I could just stick to my usual mode of crap play and donk them away.
So, all in all not a runaway success but to put the icing on the cake of my day, Surrogate Daughter decided to rekindle her hobby of destroying anything she touches in the house and broke the handle on the bathroom toilet. She must have given it one hell of a tug because when I took the lid off the cistern to find out the extent of the damage the component parts were happily floating away from their intended locations.
After fiddling with them for a while it soon became obvious there was no way I could mend it without the assistance of a magician or, failing that, a qualified plumber.
A telephone call was made to such an individual and with any luck the problem will be resolved by tomorrow lunchtime.
Even though I’m expecting an enormous bill for his services, whatever I end up paying would not be anything close to what I would charge if I were in his shoes.
And the reason?
Surrogate Daughter actually used the toilet an hour after breaking it.
Give me strength.
Starting bank: $0
Current bank: $0.01
The car alarm.
The current Mrs. Snowman arrived home from work today considerably earlier than usual and rather than confirming her arrival with the sound of a key turning in the door, I heard her approach from about three miles away.
Sometime during the afternoon while she was beavering away at her place of employment the said alarm decided to activate itself and then refused to shut itself off.
It was creating such an unbearable noise in the car park that her boss demanded she either find a way to stop it or finish early and drive it as far away from the premises as she could get before she ran out of gas.
Evidence of her early return confirmed that she was unable to resolve it and had instead opted for the next best thing…landing the problem very squarely in my lap.
The specific alarm fitted to the car is one of those continuous double tone siren things that have the same pitch as that used in audio experiments to shatter glass.
I’m not sure how she got home without being stopped by the police but she eventually parked outside the house with the damn thing at full throttle and asked me in a much panicked voice if I knew what was wrong. After opening the hood and looking around the engine bay in a knowing fashion I triumphantly shouted my diagnosis.
“Hmmm…I’m not an expert…but I think the alarm’s on”
Thankfully, the noise prevented the entire neighbourhood hearing her answer but some elementary lip reading gave me the idea that my response wasn’t that helpful.
Luckily we have a car repair shop about half a mile from the house, and after passing a number of rather irate motorists I left it with them to sort out and walked back. Doubtless it will be another expensive exercise with most of the cost coming being derived from a charge for statutory noise pollution.
Very much a disastrous afternoon.
Speaking of disasters, I’m back to playing freeroll tables again with the same level of success that I’ve had at the paid ones.
Three such tournaments were the recipients of my presence today and even though I reached the last three hundred in two of them, it wasn’t sufficient to either earn any cash or gain entry into a higher level game. I have however gained a respectable amount of “frequent player points” from my earlier efforts which means it has increased the amount of games I’m able to enter.
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll have a shot at a couple of games reserved for FPP entry and try and increase my balance that way.
Or I could just stick to my usual mode of crap play and donk them away.
So, all in all not a runaway success but to put the icing on the cake of my day, Surrogate Daughter decided to rekindle her hobby of destroying anything she touches in the house and broke the handle on the bathroom toilet. She must have given it one hell of a tug because when I took the lid off the cistern to find out the extent of the damage the component parts were happily floating away from their intended locations.
After fiddling with them for a while it soon became obvious there was no way I could mend it without the assistance of a magician or, failing that, a qualified plumber.
A telephone call was made to such an individual and with any luck the problem will be resolved by tomorrow lunchtime.
Even though I’m expecting an enormous bill for his services, whatever I end up paying would not be anything close to what I would charge if I were in his shoes.
And the reason?
Surrogate Daughter actually used the toilet an hour after breaking it.
Give me strength.
Starting bank: $0
Current bank: $0.01