It never rains but it pours…
The bathroom is in the final stages (in theory) of being completed.
The broken washing machine is now, thanks to Google, back to fine form without any monetary outlay.
And now the phone line has died on its arse, taking both telephonic communication and the wonders of the internet with it. Which means that I am, basically, connected to the internet at the moment using a device I have made out of some spare forks and a piece of an old saucepan. I saw them make a radio like this in similar fashion on Rough Science once, so I figure it will work as a temporary modem.
Ok, it’s not two forks and a bit of saucepan, it’s a 3 Mobile dongle. So it is more or less is the forks and saucepan thing.
It’s like being in the dark ages at the moment. Albeit a dark ages in which we can do everything we used to be able to do anyway but now can’t tell anyone about it on Facebook or Twitter.
Carole told me that the phone wasn’t working via the medium of text. In fact not even a text, a picture of the phone upon which the words “Check Tele Line” were displayed. I don’t know if any of you have ever been in a position where you’re trying to provide some sort of rudimentary tech support from the upper deck of a bus with someone who texts you the words “There’s a lot of wires. Too many wires. I don’t know what I’m doing” when you haven’t even asked them to do anything near any wires, but it’s not the easiest of things to do. Especially when you find yourself in a position of having to word your text messages back in a way that won’t mean that by the time you get off the bus you’re no longer in a relationship.
I knew I should have taken it as an omen when I went to read my Kindle on the way home and it was flatter than a bottle of coke that’s been left open since the dawn of time.