Tuesday, 28 September 2021

Technology

A few weeks ago, my kindle stopped taking a charge.  Annoying, but not a problem, since I have the kindle application on my iPad.  Or at least not a problem until the iPad also croaked yesterday.  It was well inside its warranty period, but I couldn't find a proof of purchase.  No problem for the kid in the Disgustedville iStore: he just read the serial number off the back of the iPad - a task for which I'd need a magnifying glass - and found the transaction: 8 July last year, it transpires.  He needed to clear the warranty application (and helpfully did the form filling for me, since I can't really write at the moment), and by the time I got home there was a message in my email to tell me to come back tomorrow morning.  Not clear whether this means the new machine will be there.  Meanwhile I have a working iPad in the shape of the one I replaced last year.  The screen has parted company with the case, but it still works 

Getting from the car to the shop was rather painful.  I had a telephone chat with my physio yesterday, and, cutting a long story marginally shorter, he has arranged a face-to-face (or is that knee-to-face?) session with a physio in town tomorrow.  Still, the phone tells me I have hobbled over a km today, so perhaps I'm just making too much of a fuss.

I went to see nursie yesterday to get a new dressing on my dishwasher-attacked thumb.  The wound is  not pretty, but it is starting to heal.  Repeat visit on Friday.  While I was there, she administered a flu jab, which is convenient: we missed the walk-in clinic while we were away.  (Martyn can get his at a top-up clinic this Saturday afternoon.)  So I have been a big consumer of NHS services lately, and am full of admiration for the staff thereof.  I just wish the NHS were in safer hands.

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