The Old v The New

There are days when life controls you rather than the other way round.
Let me explain.
The flushing in one of the toilets has developed such enthusiasm for the job, no pun intended, that it's reluctant to switch off.
In the primitive days in the old castle, all that was required was removing the top of the cistern at the back and lifting the ballcock. At worst it meant fitting a new one, all of which was within our capabilities.
Now that we are living in a 21st century palace, there is nothing visible to remove or lift, and so we have to call a plumber.
His Lordship and I are agog to see where the mechanics are hidden.

I foolishly ordered a pair of boots over the Internet, all the time realising that it was a risky manoeuvre given my square feet and the width of most shoes.
Never did I contemplate the fact that they would be too big. Reluctantly they have to be returned and I must wait in for the courier to collect them this afternoon. The moral is yet again, never order things on the Internet if there is any possibility of looking and trying them on in the flesh first.

The third event to tip the balance of control, again involves the internet and the buying of train tickets to Mallaig.
Today 20 of these little orange and white devils arrived- 4 detailing the purchase and 16 to get us to Mallaig and back from Glasgow. It was like handling half a pack of playing cards.

On closer inspection they have sent tickets for 2 adults and 2 children. Where the phantom children came from, I'll never know, but the mistake means a trip into the station tomorrow to sort out the mess.


The old and new as seen from on high at Quartermile, with minimal connection to the rant above.