29 April, 2011

The very best of luck to William and Kate today. What a joy to see two people sharing such a happy day, and making so many other people happy in the process!

And what a great excuse to sit around with family and sandwiches and revel in the pageantry 🙂


My website — peewiglet.com is now at weepiglet.com

26 April, 2011

As I’ve mentioned on here before, I accidentally allowed my domain name (peewiglet.com) to expire last December. It was promptly snapped up by a predatory US internet company which specialises in registering the domains of those disorganised enough to forget to renew them, in order to attempt to sell them back at an easy profit.

I’ve looked into buying it back, but I’ve concluded that it’s too complicated, uncertain and expensive a process. So! Good luck to overseedomainmanagement.com with my old address, and I’ve uploaded my website to weepiglet.com instead. Hopefully I’ll manage not to let the new domain expire this time!

I hope it’s all working–it seems to be, from my computer–but if anybody who takes a look finds any problems then please let me know and I’ll try to fix them.

If anybody had any links to the site at its old address, I’d be grateful if you’d please update them. The new address is probably easier to remember 🙂

House surveys — how long?

26 April, 2011

Can anybody who has recent experience of house surveys give me any idea of how long the reports normally take to come back?

My buyer’s buyer surveyed my buyer’s house 2 weeks ago. Despite Easter, I’d have expected the report to have come back by now, but my Estate Agent says 2 weeks is normal and is reluctant to make telephone enquiries until later in the week. Since Friday is another Bank Holiday, though, and my buyer is currently only 1/3 of the way through a 3 week holiday abroad (and is going off abroad on business for another week the day after he returns from holiday), I’m keen to try to find out whether there’s been a problem with his survey or not.

Does anybody know whether I’m being unrealistic with timescales? Thanks for any guidance.

Happy, happy day :-)

30 March, 2011

Oh, happy, happy day! After such a long succession of miserable-making events, it’s really lovely to have a few good things happen for a change!

First, it looks like things might be looking up on the house-selling front, in which case I might finally be free of this blasted albatross and be able to get on with the rest of my life in a place where I’d like to live it. Yorkshire Dales–here (I hope) we come! I’ve recently de-cluttered my house and painted it magnolia–just as the TV programmes advise–and it appears to be working. Last week’s viewers (the first since I put it back up on the market) are in active email correspondence with my Estate Agent, and today’s have arranged a second viewing for the day after tomorrow. Whoohooo!

Secondly, my sister viewed a flat today and loved it; so hopefully in a month from now she can be rid of the noisy b*stards who’ve been making her life a misery for the last 6 months, since they decided to live their lives back-to-front and spend the whole night partying in the kitchen.

Thirdly, I’ve had an apology from the solicitor representing the LA within whose confines my father is unfortunate enough to reside, explaining why he hadn’t bothered to respond to my correspondence and confirming that a copy of my Lasting Power of Attorney has now been placed on my father’s file. (It’s amazing what a complaint to the Solicitors’ Regulatory Authority can do…)

Also, Piglet is finally coming round from the traumas that she suffered at the groomer’s last week, and has consented to lick me and have her tummy rubbed.

And I’m enjoying my new job!

There’s no significance at all in the words of the accompanying song, BTW: I just really like the tune 🙂 Here’s where I first came across it *g*

Paypal Pre-Approved Payment Agreements

19 March, 2011

I don’t know whether anybody else has come across this, but it’s new to me.

I’ve been happily using Paypal for years now, and yesterday I used it to buy 3 apps for my new Blackberry 9300 from Blackberry App World. Today I wanted to buy another app from the same place. This time I was asked to register with the site, though, and when I attempted to pay it was no longer possible for me to do so via Paypal without entering into what was later explained to me by Paypal as a pre-approved payment agreement. Blackberry App World wanted me to authorise them to withdraw up to $1,500 per transaction (!) automatically from my Paypal account, rather than directing me to the Paypal site in the usual way so that I could authorise the transactions.

I wasn’t willing to do that, so I cancelled the purchase and rang Paypal to ask what it was all about. Apparently this is something Paypal has introduced, initially for the convenience of Ebay (so that they could simply withdraw from Sellers’ Paypal accounts the sums due to them in fees, rather than having to ask the sellers to authorise them), and it seems it’s now being extended to other online vendors. When I pointed out that I’d bought 3 things from the same site y/day without any problem at all, the woman I spoke to at Paypal explained that that’s why Blackberry App World had attempted to introduce the new arrangement today i.e. it was more convenient to them to do it this way.

Um… doh?! Can directing people to the Paypal site so that they can authorise their own payments really be so very inconvenient? Will it be less inconvenient when people decide to buy their products elsewhere, I wonder? Because surely it can’t just be me who isn’t willing to hand over the key to my bank account in that way…?

Maybe I’m unduly cautious, but it sounds like madness to me. Entering into that sort of agreement is like handing over one’s Paypal password to strangers… isn’t it? To me, the whole point of having a password is to be sure that only *I* can authorise payments from my bank account, via Paypal, to vendors or others. To me this sounds like signing up for an online account with Tesco and handing over my bank card and pin number at the same time.

Perhaps it’s an age thing. I brought this issue up on a Blackberry forum to see whether anybody else has come across it, and it seems that people there (the ones who replied, anyway) feel it’s all perfectly okay, and that at some stage one has to simply be willing to trust the system. Well I feel that there’s already an element of trust involved in sharing my account details with Paypal and relying upon them not to misuse them. Handing them over to any old vendor who’d quite like to have free access to my bank account feels like a step too far. The older I get, the weirder the world appears to become… *g*

Cold things generally

22 December, 2010

Piglet and I have just returned from a trip for the Christmas vegetables: 5 hours, there and back, across snowy, frozen-foggy fields to and from the organic farm shop. Brrrrr! Piggly has eaten two bowls of kibble in warm water, and I’m about to get into a hot bath for a long time.

For some reason, Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven is fluttering around my mind, and that thought led to my favourite parody, reproduced here for your amusement and delectation.

The End of The Ravenby Edgar Allan Poe’s Cat

On a night quite unenchanting, when the rain was downward slanting,
I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for.
Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven,
Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door.
“Raven’s very tasty,” thought I, as I tiptoed o’er the floor.
“There is nothing I like more!”

Soft upon the rug I treaded, calm and careful as I headed
T’wards his roost atop that dreaded bust of Pallas I deplore.
While the bard and birdie chattered, I made sure that nothing clattered,
Creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered, as I crossed the corridor;
For his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and weird decor –
Bric-a-brac and junk galore.

Still the Raven never fluttered, standing stock-still as he uttered,
In a voice that shrieked and sputtered, his two cents worth –

While this dirge the birdbrain kept up, oh, so silently I crept up,
Then I crouched and quickly leapt up, pouncing on the feather bore.
Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore –
Only this and not much more…

Then my pickled poet cried out, “Pussycat, it’s time I dried out!
Never sat I in my hideout talking to a bird before.
How I’ve wallowed in self-pity, while my gallant, valiant kitty,
Put an end to that damned ditty…” – then I heard him start to snore.

Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I abhor,
Jumped – and smashed it on the floor.

Still snowing!

17 December, 2010