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Wednesday, July 21st, 2010
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Wednesday, July 21st, 2010 10:52 amSo yesterday I sloped off early to ensure that I could get home in time to finish the shelves before next door’s sproglet was put to bed. I managed that with no trouble, but once the shelves were up and secure, I noticed, on standing back to admire my handiwork, that one of the brackets on the top shelf is a little wonky. Ah well, it is solid enough so it can stay like that. It’s endearingly eccentric. Or something.
I also discovered that between leaving the house in the morning and arriving back in the evening, the wifi had ceased to work. It’s still not working, though I had it going for a couple of minutes this morning. I have no idea why it’s decided to sulk or what’s changed. Luckily, the desktop PCs are wired in and while the router is not broadcasting, it is sending signals down the wires, so we have internet access. We are no worse off than we were at The Carpathia, then, but it was nice having wifi for the iPhones to leech off and when I get around to it, my laptop will be configured for the wifi (Furtle’s McBook, of course doesn’t need configuring. It just finds the wifi –when it’s there- and logs on). This means, of course, that I now have to try and fix something when there is nothing obviously wrong other than it’s not working. I hate technology, sometimes.
We popped around to see![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jimfer and catpooka for an hour or so, which was nice. We would have stayed a little longer, but Furtle had to be at work by sparrowfart this morning, so we thought that an early night would be advisable. Except that it was so bloody hot and clammy that there was no early night in the end. Even with the bedroom door shut and a fan and the air-conditioning on full blast, it took ages to cool down to the point where sleep would come. I really hate this weather.
Another irritant, and one I’ve not had to worry about before, is the plague of mosquitoes we seem to be having. Over the past couple of weeks they have made a veritable feast of Furtle and even I, who taste horrible to the insect world, have had a few bites. Thank God for Tiger Balm, though I may buy a slightly stronger variant than the stuff Furtle obtained.
Apart from nipping out to empty a watering can over the tomatoes and chillis, didn’t get to inspect the garden last night. Just as well, I suppose. The kids next door were playing football in their yard and the bang of their football on the fence was irritating me. Normally it doesn’t, but I think my reserves of placidity are running low in this heat, so going back in the house seemed the best way forward. I don’t want to be the grumpy spoilsport neighbour – and anyway, it never works. Grumbling at kids who are playing in their own yard is like waving a red rag at a bull. I know; I was a kid who got moaned at by a neighbour when in my own garden. It focuses the mischief buds quite nicely…
I also discovered that between leaving the house in the morning and arriving back in the evening, the wifi had ceased to work. It’s still not working, though I had it going for a couple of minutes this morning. I have no idea why it’s decided to sulk or what’s changed. Luckily, the desktop PCs are wired in and while the router is not broadcasting, it is sending signals down the wires, so we have internet access. We are no worse off than we were at The Carpathia, then, but it was nice having wifi for the iPhones to leech off and when I get around to it, my laptop will be configured for the wifi (Furtle’s McBook, of course doesn’t need configuring. It just finds the wifi –when it’s there- and logs on). This means, of course, that I now have to try and fix something when there is nothing obviously wrong other than it’s not working. I hate technology, sometimes.
We popped around to see
jimfer and catpooka for an hour or so, which was nice. We would have stayed a little longer, but Furtle had to be at work by sparrowfart this morning, so we thought that an early night would be advisable. Except that it was so bloody hot and clammy that there was no early night in the end. Even with the bedroom door shut and a fan and the air-conditioning on full blast, it took ages to cool down to the point where sleep would come. I really hate this weather.Another irritant, and one I’ve not had to worry about before, is the plague of mosquitoes we seem to be having. Over the past couple of weeks they have made a veritable feast of Furtle and even I, who taste horrible to the insect world, have had a few bites. Thank God for Tiger Balm, though I may buy a slightly stronger variant than the stuff Furtle obtained.
Apart from nipping out to empty a watering can over the tomatoes and chillis, didn’t get to inspect the garden last night. Just as well, I suppose. The kids next door were playing football in their yard and the bang of their football on the fence was irritating me. Normally it doesn’t, but I think my reserves of placidity are running low in this heat, so going back in the house seemed the best way forward. I don’t want to be the grumpy spoilsport neighbour – and anyway, it never works. Grumbling at kids who are playing in their own yard is like waving a red rag at a bull. I know; I was a kid who got moaned at by a neighbour when in my own garden. It focuses the mischief buds quite nicely…
there's more
Wednesday, July 21st, 2010 10:52 amSo yesterday I sloped off early to ensure that I could get home in time to finish the shelves before next door’s sproglet was put to bed. I managed that with no trouble, but once the shelves were up and secure, I noticed, on standing back to admire my handiwork, that one of the brackets on the top shelf is a little wonky. Ah well, it is solid enough so it can stay like that. It’s endearingly eccentric. Or something.
I also discovered that between leaving the house in the morning and arriving back in the evening, the wifi had ceased to work. It’s still not working, though I had it going for a couple of minutes this morning. I have no idea why it’s decided to sulk or what’s changed. Luckily, the desktop PCs are wired in and while the router is not broadcasting, it is sending signals down the wires, so we have internet access. We are no worse off than we were at The Carpathia, then, but it was nice having wifi for the iPhones to leech off and when I get around to it, my laptop will be configured for the wifi (Furtle’s McBook, of course doesn’t need configuring. It just finds the wifi –when it’s there- and logs on). This means, of course, that I now have to try and fix something when there is nothing obviously wrong other than it’s not working. I hate technology, sometimes.
We popped around to seejimfer and catpooka for an hour or so, which was nice. We would have stayed a little longer, but Furtle had to be at work by sparrowfart this morning, so we thought that an early night would be advisable. Except that it was so bloody hot and clammy that there was no early night in the end. Even with the bedroom door shut and a fan and the air-conditioning on full blast, it took ages to cool down to the point where sleep would come. I really hate this weather.
Another irritant, and one I’ve not had to worry about before, is the plague of mosquitoes we seem to be having. Over the past couple of weeks they have made a veritable feast of Furtle and even I, who taste horrible to the insect world, have had a few bites. Thank God for Tiger Balm, though I may buy a slightly stronger variant than the stuff Furtle obtained.
Apart from nipping out to empty a watering can over the tomatoes and chillis, didn’t get to inspect the garden last night. Just as well, I suppose. The kids next door were playing football in their yard and the bang of their football on the fence was irritating me. Normally it doesn’t, but I think my reserves of placidity are running low in this heat, so going back in the house seemed the best way forward. I don’t want to be the grumpy spoilsport neighbour – and anyway, it never works. Grumbling at kids who are playing in their own yard is like waving a red rag at a bull. I know; I was a kid who got moaned at by a neighbour when in my own garden. It focuses the mischief buds quite nicely…
I also discovered that between leaving the house in the morning and arriving back in the evening, the wifi had ceased to work. It’s still not working, though I had it going for a couple of minutes this morning. I have no idea why it’s decided to sulk or what’s changed. Luckily, the desktop PCs are wired in and while the router is not broadcasting, it is sending signals down the wires, so we have internet access. We are no worse off than we were at The Carpathia, then, but it was nice having wifi for the iPhones to leech off and when I get around to it, my laptop will be configured for the wifi (Furtle’s McBook, of course doesn’t need configuring. It just finds the wifi –when it’s there- and logs on). This means, of course, that I now have to try and fix something when there is nothing obviously wrong other than it’s not working. I hate technology, sometimes.
We popped around to see
jimfer and catpooka for an hour or so, which was nice. We would have stayed a little longer, but Furtle had to be at work by sparrowfart this morning, so we thought that an early night would be advisable. Except that it was so bloody hot and clammy that there was no early night in the end. Even with the bedroom door shut and a fan and the air-conditioning on full blast, it took ages to cool down to the point where sleep would come. I really hate this weather.Another irritant, and one I’ve not had to worry about before, is the plague of mosquitoes we seem to be having. Over the past couple of weeks they have made a veritable feast of Furtle and even I, who taste horrible to the insect world, have had a few bites. Thank God for Tiger Balm, though I may buy a slightly stronger variant than the stuff Furtle obtained.
Apart from nipping out to empty a watering can over the tomatoes and chillis, didn’t get to inspect the garden last night. Just as well, I suppose. The kids next door were playing football in their yard and the bang of their football on the fence was irritating me. Normally it doesn’t, but I think my reserves of placidity are running low in this heat, so going back in the house seemed the best way forward. I don’t want to be the grumpy spoilsport neighbour – and anyway, it never works. Grumbling at kids who are playing in their own yard is like waving a red rag at a bull. I know; I was a kid who got moaned at by a neighbour when in my own garden. It focuses the mischief buds quite nicely…