Listen Gloria… I can’t cope with Facebook !

For reasons which will become clear further down I HATE FACEBOOK !

I only ever go on there if somebody sends me a friend request, writes something on my wall, or (for some strange reason) sends me a message there rather than e-mailing me direct.

This week one of my sisters started giving me a hard time on my Facebook wall about why I was even on there if I didn’t like it.  It was just getting to the point where I was going to write something very rude in large, unfriendly letters when she went quiet….

Until today, when I got an e-mail from Yahoo!

Needing help with day-to-day affairs

I can’t remember if I have properly explained on this blog that my wife is Chinese and, unfortunately, still lives in China.  Anyway, over the weekend we were talking on msn and the subject of insurance came up.  As Amanda is coming over in a couple of weeks I was concerned about the level of medical cover she had for the journey and, as it turns out, the (12 months) insurance she bought last year is totally inadequate.  “Okay”, I said, “Leave it with me and I’ll investigate.”

Told you so ! (Well, sort of…)

Ok, so I got up on time (which was a good start), went to the tyre place to get the tyres for the car and then struck lucky when I noticed a rack of wiper blades as well.  This was good because, at that point, I had forgotten about the wiper blades and had thought that I would be going to the mall just for the micro-SD card.

Unfortunately they could only do the front wipers because the rear one is an odd design so they said that I would have to get that from the Peugeot dealer.

You would think that wouldn’t be a problem as I was going to have to go past it to get to the mall.   Not so.

Brian

So it’s a while since I’ve been down the pub, only a couple of times since I got back from China.

I went down on Monday, just for a break and to “show my face again” to the quiz team, and was told that there would be a “Charity Quiz” tonight (Thursday) and was asked if I fancied joining in.  “Ok” I said.

So tonight I got down there and, as others started arriving, I was aware that the conversation at the bar was concerning “Brian”.  Whoever “Brian” was something not too good seemed to have happened to him.