Nothing annoys me more than people who push in. When I go to a bar I take a note of who was there before me and point this out. The problem is the person serving then often goes to somebody else who isn't as polite about pointing out I was there first. It's at this point I always say quite loudly "I was next."
On Sunday we decided to have brunch at Cinema City before going to watch Norwich play Sunderland. The temperature was a balmy 12 degrees at the match. I can't say the heat of the play matched the temperature as we lost 1-0.
Of course I pointed out that there were people ahead of me at the bar and that necessitated a very quick walk down to Carrow Road as we had to wait a while for our food. I was actually thanked by a lady for pointing out she was ahead of me. I do find this whole thing stressful though. How about you?
There's a cafe restaurant in Norwich that is very popular. We have eaten there a few times but I wouldn't say that the food is much more than average . But it always has a queue outside and such was the case today. I don't really understand the concept of queuing for a restaurant, particularly if you have to stand outside on a cold day.
Now I'm going to say something of no relevance whatsoever. The car was getting low on petrol but I have been driving around and putting off filling up because 1) the weather has been so bad and 2) we live in an area where the three nearest petrol stations are much more expensive than others further afield. So I was waiting until I had to go further afield.
I have a computer on my Fiesta that tells me how many miles I have before I'm running on empty. Today I got down to eight miles when I reached one of the cheaper garages. I always have this discussion with my other threequarters about the price of fuel.
"That fuel is cheap" she says as we approach a garage.
"No it's not cheap. It's just less expensive," I reply.
The lowest I have got down to is two miles, although I don't think it would immediately stop if it got down to zero and I only let it get that low when I know I'm within striking distance of a garage. I only remember running out of fuel once and that was opposite a garage I was trying to get to. I can't remember whether I got a can full of petrol to get me across the road or whether I pushed the car which would have been stupid in the extreme. But often when you are young you do stupid things.
But back to yesterday. When we got to this garage on Queen's Road in Norwich, the forecourt was completely empty. Talk about timing things to perfection. When we left every pump was taken and I counted nine cars. As I said this is all irrelevant nonsense so let's move onto my incompetency with computers.
I have recently signed into a programme by the name of Zoho. It's a notebook style programme where you can put files together in notebooks. Not quite sure how that makes it different from using the sun (sorry the cloud) but it does give access to my files from any device connected to the internet.
Somehow on Sunday night I found an old family photo of my grandfather's wedding. It's a lovely family group that also includes my great grandfather and mother. It was in black and white (obviously) but somewhere I found a button that coloured it. I pressed this and the result was excellent. Then I found a blemish tool and got rid of a number of creases. I was very happy with the result and printed the photo out.
Did some other things and do you think I can find out how I coloured that photo. This happens to me a lot. I'm trying to put together some Powerpoint slides for a coming talk. I did a course on Powerpoint but can't for the life of me work out how to do fade ins etc. So I will need to re-read the manual. Or alternatively I can wait until eight-year-old granddaughter Poppy is with us on Wednesday (teachers on strike) and ask her. She's a whizz with computers and can use Powerpoint!!! Makes me feel even older.
Speak to you all tomorrow with more ramblings and piffory.