Advertising surprise

If you are one of the people who looked at the site this evening to find it covered in horrible advertisements, I apologise. There was supposed to be one small discreet advert in the sidebar, not twenty garish neon-lit banner things flashing about all over the page.

I must have pressed the wrong button.

I will have to try again tomorrow.

Obviously nobody else liked them either, because nobody clicked on them and I have had a notification from Google telling me that so far my revenue is £0.00.

They all seemed to be for get-rich-quick investment schemes and bloodthirsty zombie massacre computer games, so I don’t quite know who Google thinks is reading these pages, violent broke people by the looks of it. There was a side advertisement for a rather splendid dress dress in brilliant hues of orange and pink and scarlet, but I didn’t want to encourage it by clicking on it, so I didn’t, after which it had vanished.

I apologise if your tranquil reading experience was upset, mine certainly would have been. I will have another go tomorrow and try and work out where I ought to be putting my html, whatever that is.

Apart from that it has just been a quiet day.

Lucy and Mark both got up early this morning, and I got up with them.

This was not good fun, because I had been at work until half past three, but they needed sandwiches and coffee and encouragement.

It was a good job that I did, because it was me who discovered Lucy’s tent and sleeping mat still in the cupboard just as she was setting off out of the door. This would have been a serious omission for a four day camping trip.

Mark was going to work, and Lucy was going off to Northampton for some adventures. She has got to be at a festival tomorrow, but today she was visiting the police to have her new uniform fitted, and then going to look at her new house.

She rang up later on.

She likes her uniform, although the stab vest is a bit of a novelty. Lucy likes her clothes to be a bit minimalist, and the closest she has come to body armour so far is the underwire in a bra. She has got a proper policewoman’s bowler hat and according to the news this afternoon, Northamptonshire Police are going to issue all of their officers with tasers.

Another daughter armed to the teeth.

After this she went to see her new house, which sounds as though it is the smallest house in the known universe. It is so small that it would bring the RSPCA round with a court order if you were to keep rabbits in it. The front door opens on to the living room, which looks in the photographs to be about the size of a hallway, with a bathroom under the stairs and a kitchen next to it. She will have to choose between a sofa or a table and chairs. Upstairs there are two bedrooms. Neither is really big enough for a double bed and one might be too small even for a single.

I do not think that this matters at all. It will save time hoovering.

She is pleased with it, however, which is good news, and she has measured it all so that we can make some curtains. She will be doing shift work, like we do, and so blackout curtains will be important. They do not block out daytime things like postmen and PPI telephone calls, but they do help you sleep through the mid-day sun.

Once they had all gone this was what I did, and indeed the blackout curtains did not work in the least to keep the postman away. I was not really sorry about this, because I have been ordering things that Oliver needs for school, and a whole host of them arrived this morning. Also came a game that he ordered himself and for which he had been anxiously scanning the road for the non-speaking postman ever since.

I got up to sign for Call Of Duty and some wellies, and fell instantly asleep again.

When I woke up it was to discover these pages covered in adverts.

I think I will have to try a bit harder to understand the technical wizardry. 

Have another picture of our holidays.