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caddymanWell, I have sorted the problem both with the noise on the telephone line and the intermittent intarweb connection. There are micro filters all over the place now and that seems to have done the trick. I merely now await the return of the broadband that I am shelling out the shekels for. At the moment I have arthritic fatband; I define this as faster than dial up, but much slower than broadband. It is going to be a long ten days if that is how long it takes to bed in. My query with Plus Net yielded the additional information that their records show me as having a 10meg connection. I wish. It's never been that good; it fluctuates around 4meg as a rule.
Anyway, it's rather pointless belabouring all that now. Let's wait the ten days and see if it improves.
More directly related to the title of this opus, it is revealed that Furtle has always wanted a bright red telephone. Not any old telephone, but a retro 70s stylee thing. This intelligence has resolved any worries I might have had about a birthday present for next Friday (hint) and the Carpathia will be shortly taking delivery of this marvel of refurbished technology:
Red Lacquer Classic 746 handset
My next task is to get an extension cable so she can parade around the fore deck while chatting to people.
Quite what we are going to do when we need to navigate multiple choice menus, I don't know. Better keep the current phone, too, I guess.
In other news, it will be some time before I get a TV aerial fitted, so we haven't seen the latest Dr Who yest, so I am avoiding spoilers until I can torrent the episode. This endeavour is on hold at this time as Furtle is Warcracking and the two processes are uneasy bedmates even when I have a connection faster than a snail with a club foot.
Later, Kids.
Anyway, it's rather pointless belabouring all that now. Let's wait the ten days and see if it improves.
More directly related to the title of this opus, it is revealed that Furtle has always wanted a bright red telephone. Not any old telephone, but a retro 70s stylee thing. This intelligence has resolved any worries I might have had about a birthday present for next Friday (hint) and the Carpathia will be shortly taking delivery of this marvel of refurbished technology:
Red Lacquer Classic 746 handset
My next task is to get an extension cable so she can parade around the fore deck while chatting to people.
Quite what we are going to do when we need to navigate multiple choice menus, I don't know. Better keep the current phone, too, I guess.
In other news, it will be some time before I get a TV aerial fitted, so we haven't seen the latest Dr Who yest, so I am avoiding spoilers until I can torrent the episode. This endeavour is on hold at this time as Furtle is Warcracking and the two processes are uneasy bedmates even when I have a connection faster than a snail with a club foot.
Later, Kids.