Monday, April 16, 2012

Addressing the problem

I think that I mentioned, back in August 2011, that I have multiple addresses for this apartment; five at the last count. But it hasn't been an issue for months so I was surprised when I received a phone call from Telstra to say that my phone bill was overdue for payment. I asked what address the account had been sent to and was told "23 St Quentin Avenue" which is the address of the whole complex - shops, two apartment blocks and who knows what else.

I told the caller that I would pay the account when I received the paper confirmation and had checked that the postal address which I gave her was the right one. So far ... nothing! So this morning I phoned Telstra and got a real person and I think that it was the same one who was so helpful when I asked to be allowed to keep my old number when I moved. He confirmed that I was still listed as 23 St Quentin Avenue and actually contacted the Claremont Post Office and checked that they recognised the address and will, although I used BPay to pay the account, send an account to confirm that the address is the right one. Yeah for efficient bureaucrats!

Himself and I gave our second presentation for COTA yesterday and again I had problems with the computer but I am now convinced that the fault is not with either me or the computer but with the system and the connection to the overhead projector. About half the screen was cut off when I went online so that both sides of the pages were missing and it wasn't until almost the end of the talk that I realised that it had put in a very pale scroll bar across the bottom so that I could access the login box and the 'close' box. I'll know next time ... if there is a next time. We received some positive feedback although Himself can't seem to get his mind around the machinations of Nigerian scams. Not important, though as long as people do not respond to them.

The babies are growing up and now look like cats rather than like kittens. They are learning that I do not appreciate being used as a trampoline when I am trying to get to sleep but that I enjoy waking up to find them in bed with me in the morning so they usually put themselves to bed in their own beds in the bedroom. Bless them ...

They are the most demonstrative and loving cats I have ever shared my life with and since I have, for most of my cat-owning life, kept Burmese cats this is quite something. Poppy can still be demanding and she has developed quite a loud voice when I ignore her but for the most part they communicate with soft little chirrups.

Parsifal looks very oriental with a longish face and big ears while Poppy looks a bit like a teddybear. She is much smaller than he is now but when they are not together I still need an occasional peep under the tail to tell them apart. And they are molting and losing their milk teeth; I have picked up four little teeth so far and I am sure that the vacuum cleaner has accounted for a few more. They are growing up ...

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