The Comet Store Web Site, the Washing Machine and the Wing Mirror

Have you noticed that when the weather is grey wet and generally not very nice, something that keeps happening in the UK quite a lot on and off, motorists start to get more aggressive.  I assume there must be some sort of deep rooted physiological reason for this that goes back to the days when we were quadrupeds and switching on the central heating or lights or air conditioning and the like were not options. Maybe bad weather instils a need to head for the hills and safety in a sort of dog eat dog way, which when driving a car can be a little scary for the rest of us. I am sure it is not as bad when the weather is sunny, we tend to watch antelope leaping in the fields and ducks swimming in the ponds,  while chatting on our mobile phones and smiling as we drive, which admittedly can be a little distracting on the M6 at spaghetti junction. I think personally if I was in charge I would ban knitting while you drive; all that knit two pearl one slip every fifth and pick up the second of every fourth row is hard to do while changing gear on a roundabout particularly if you are also eating a doughnut with cream.

Dad has resolved getting frustrated by all the bad motorists by leaning out of the widow with a large axe and removing the offenders wing mirror with a well aimed blow then sticking his tongue out at them, sticking his thumb on his nose and wiggles his fingers at them as their wing mirror bounces along the road.  His only error so far was doing this to the local police car because they were not entirely happy but dad put their grumpy behaviour down to a long dull spell of weather.

Myself and the dog have decided to have a bet on whether the new washing machine and tumble drier will turn up on Saturday. You see mum and dad have bought them from Comet, which for those of you outside the UK is a large chain of shops that have sort of got into some serious problems with cash flow. I am confident it will all be OK but the dog is convinced someone has done a runner with our cash. Trouble is the old one is dead and outside and unlike the Undead will not even groan and stagger about a bit so once I am very smelly that will be that.  First thing this morning dad was able to get to the Comet wed site and track his washing machine across the world but by midday Comet had vanished from cyberspace and the help desk says  . . . . . . . We are hiding under a table out of view of the public, please go away. Then it automatically hangs up on you.  In a survey recently by the chain store (they do not sell chains) it was reveal customers very grumpy due to bad weather on the road getting to the store. They are generally out of town stores and a significant number also said they were put off when a madman with an axe attacked the wing mirrors on their car. 

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