Do you answer that call?
I do not. nor the "Private Number" that pops up on the odd occasion.
Even a couple of family members have messaged to say that they keep calling but we are never in. They know that we do not pick up, but still their numbers do not show. They cannot really want to speak to us.
I used to take these calls, then got so fed up with marketing calls and cold selling that I just stopped, I also went ex-directory. Some calls still came through and refused to stop when asked. I rang B.T. and had a stop put on the nuisance calls.
Then the news broke that the DVLA sell phone numbers. I contacted them with a formal complaint, that was when you could actually speak to a real breathing person. Eventually the calls stopped.
Then came the PPI fiasco, everyone that I know had multiple calls. I assume that we had some but by never answering a withheld number call we avoided them.
My landline phone hardly ever rings, but when it does it is usually someone that I am happy to speak to. That suits me fine.
I am not unsociable, I just do not want to interrupt whatever I am doing to answer a phone call that has no interest for me. If it is someone that I know then I am only too happy to stop and chatter .
If the number is not in my phone book so no name comes up I just wait to see if a message is left.
If not then I ignore it, if there is a message I deal with it in whatever way I deem to be appropriate, perhaps I call back, perhaps I do not.
There are so many people who try to sell over the phone, not interested thank you.
Sky used to call on a fairly regular basis trying to sell upgrades and so on. I asked for the calls to stop, when they did not I told them that I considered it to be harassment. The calls stopped.
I know that those who work in call centres are only trying to earn a living. If there is anything that I need I will go and look for it, I do not want a stream of calls trying to sell me something that I am not interested in.
Right, now that is off my chest I will put the soapbox away.
Another hot day, a little breeze and the odd widespread cloud to give respite from the glare.
A trip to pick up more sand and cement, oh and paint. We considered lots of different flooring possibilities.
Tiles, too cold and can be slippy.
Vinyl, would have to be glued down and I am not keen.
Polished concrete, love it but the polisher would not work in such a small area.
Specialist floor paint, non slip with a rubber content, easy to keep clean. That will do nicely.
Tiles, too much work keeping them nice and shiny.
Paper, goodness NO. Takes me back to my childhood.
Paint then, the stuff for kitchens and bathrooms. Just the job.
Grey floor, white walls. Easy to keep clean and easy to change if I don't like it after all. There will be new metal shelving in grey and the washing machine and freezer are both white. I will possibly have coloured storage boxes on the shelves in a bright colour, that way it will not look like a morgue.
Dinner was simple again, home made scotch egg with a chopped salad mixed through bulgar wheat and quinoa.
The remains of the cheesecake with a drizzle of cream, perhaps a little more than a drizzle, and we were done.
I roasted a chicken for further cold meals, there is a chunk of roast ham left so I may stretch to making a chicken and ham pie. No making a bechamel sauce though, I will stir the meat into soft cheese with herbs and garlic. The pastry will be puff from the freezer, I used to make my own but not now.
Oh, would you look at the time, I am on the drag this morning. That is something to do with a disturbed night, there was a cat fight outside somewhere close at 2 this morning and they woke me and the dogs.
The SO managed to sleep through it.
Ben and Herbie are standing in the hall under their leads, I call that a subtle hint.