...for my nice pension, even if you froze it this highly inflated year. But would it be too much to ask that each oily who comes to fiddle with our chronic-shite internet set up should be briefed on the findings of the last one? I oughtn't to grumble, I suppose, but when did 'ought' stop me? Today's man, one of the elite broadband shock troops, arrived some minutes after the 08:00-13:00 window I'd stayed in for, repeated all the tests his colleagues had done, replaced the router and set up the new one, leaving me to do the necessary on the computers. So, our computers are talking fluently to the router, and the router is talking fluently to the network, which unfortunately fails with depressing regularity to talk to itself. Watch this space. Shit: I have all this to start again with Frogtel now...
We're gradually getting our plants planted. Whacked in a lot of zinnias, helichrysums etc yesterday, and hope for the best. Rain would be good at this point: the water butts are empty.
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