Kodak Gallery

I don't know why, but neither my PC nor my laptop can access www.kodakgallery.co.uk. I can access it at work, but not here at home. I've looked at the cookie settings on both Firefox and Internet Explorer and they don't seem to be at fault. I can get to the US site and the Australia and New Zealand sites, but any of the European sites or the UK one above returns a message telling me that the connection was refused.

Every time.

Any ideas?

Kodak Gallery

I don't know why, but neither my PC nor my laptop can access www.kodakgallery.co.uk. I can access it at work, but not here at home. I've looked at the cookie settings on both Firefox and Internet Explorer and they don't seem to be at fault. I can get to the US site and the Australia and New Zealand sites, but any of the European sites or the UK one above returns a message telling me that the connection was refused.

Every time.

Any ideas?

Transport jollies

Well I started out a few minutes late this morning and ran into the hell that is London Underground again.

The Victoria Line was suspended at just about the time I needed it, so I was forced to detour down to Embankment and pick up the (delayed) District Line. Embankment is one of the few central London stations not completely underground, so I had enough signal on my mobile to receive a text message from my boss informing me that he was on a train outside Victoria Station, unable to get in because there was no room on the platform. The passengers were getting tetchy, I understand.

I only mention this latest tale of travel woe because the Metro, the free morning paper strewn around the various stations and read by most people during their commute carried a story indicating that London has the best (though most expensive) transport system in the world.

If that is true, then I pity the rest of you.

Transport jollies

Well I started out a few minutes late this morning and ran into the hell that is London Underground again.

The Victoria Line was suspended at just about the time I needed it, so I was forced to detour down to Embankment and pick up the (delayed) District Line. Embankment is one of the few central London stations not completely underground, so I had enough signal on my mobile to receive a text message from my boss informing me that he was on a train outside Victoria Station, unable to get in because there was no room on the platform. The passengers were getting tetchy, I understand.

I only mention this latest tale of travel woe because the Metro, the free morning paper strewn around the various stations and read by most people during their commute carried a story indicating that London has the best (though most expensive) transport system in the world.

If that is true, then I pity the rest of you.

Quackery

If I am not careful they will think that I am taking the piss here at work.

I have to leave relatively early again tonight. There is a seemingly never-ending saga developing about my repeat prescription and I really don’t feel like running out of meddies. I mean, I feel fine and all, but I do have problems with high blood pressure and all, and the last thing I need is for something to go boing because of that. Hence the meddies.

Now, our friendly neighbourhood Boots the Chemist (to give them their full title) operate a repeat prescription service. You simply leave the repeat request with them, remind them a week before you need new supplies and they will take it to the doctor and pick up the new prescription for you. You then pop in and they do the dispensing and all is well.

Except that I went in a week ago yesterday to ask for the repeat and was told that it would be a couple of days. So Friday, then – must be because of the bank holiday. On Friday I went in and was told that it had not come back – Tuesday, probably, on account of the bank holiday. I wasn’t too worried that made it up to a week and a day, and with the exception of one tablet I have a small supply to keep me going. Of course, going in yesterday to find that they had no record of picking up the prescription from the doctor’s did wonders for my morale. Come back Wednesday (today) I was told, after 11.30 am and all will be well. So that means that I have to leave early.

In the meantime they (Boots) have given me a huge bottle with three tiny little tablets in it to see me through. These three tablets will be deducted from the prescription when it arrives.

It may be that the doctor just would like me to pop in and say ‘howdy doody’ as I haven’t been since January. I don’t like wasting their time – they tell me my beep is too high and that I should lose some weight. I agree and pick up my prescription. My method is just more energy efficient and if the doctor reckons I should pop in, well they have my address, my email and three phone numbers to get me at.

Still, we’ll see I reckon.

Quackery

If I am not careful they will think that I am taking the piss here at work.

I have to leave relatively early again tonight. There is a seemingly never-ending saga developing about my repeat prescription and I really don’t feel like running out of meddies. I mean, I feel fine and all, but I do have problems with high blood pressure and all, and the last thing I need is for something to go boing because of that. Hence the meddies.

Now, our friendly neighbourhood Boots the Chemist (to give them their full title) operate a repeat prescription service. You simply leave the repeat request with them, remind them a week before you need new supplies and they will take it to the doctor and pick up the new prescription for you. You then pop in and they do the dispensing and all is well.

Except that I went in a week ago yesterday to ask for the repeat and was told that it would be a couple of days. So Friday, then – must be because of the bank holiday. On Friday I went in and was told that it had not come back – Tuesday, probably, on account of the bank holiday. I wasn’t too worried that made it up to a week and a day, and with the exception of one tablet I have a small supply to keep me going. Of course, going in yesterday to find that they had no record of picking up the prescription from the doctor’s did wonders for my morale. Come back Wednesday (today) I was told, after 11.30 am and all will be well. So that means that I have to leave early.

In the meantime they (Boots) have given me a huge bottle with three tiny little tablets in it to see me through. These three tablets will be deducted from the prescription when it arrives.

It may be that the doctor just would like me to pop in and say ‘howdy doody’ as I haven’t been since January. I don’t like wasting their time – they tell me my beep is too high and that I should lose some weight. I agree and pick up my prescription. My method is just more energy efficient and if the doctor reckons I should pop in, well they have my address, my email and three phone numbers to get me at.

Still, we’ll see I reckon.