A Tale of H and S

It's funny - but not in the "ha-ha" sense of the word. When I'm at work I can usually keep going and going. It's only when I stop that things seems to seize up and it's happened again.

To use up the last of this year's holiday allowance I took Wednesday, Thursday and Friday off and I've struggled on all three days. I've been blah, I've been meh and I've been many other words ending in h as well. Especially sneezyh.

In between sneezing fits I've been enjoying my cable internet. Fat enough for me to comfortably stream video even while my significant otter is sett up working from "home". See what I did there?

As it's a cable connection, it comes with capability for a landline. This is something that I haven't had since I moved over here. I shelled out for a home telephone today and I'm hoping that it'll help to make up for the frankly crappy mobile phone signal I get here. Whether I'll be able to work out call transfers while I'm at the house is an open question.

It's also a question for tomorrow. I'm sleepy and a little shivery, and I'll like to snuggled up in bed now. I'd also like the s key on this laptop to start working properly again. Thanks very much.

Lesson Learned

I did something exceptionally stupid yesterday. I locked myself out.

It's not the end of the world, I know but even so. The least offensive word that sprang to mind was "gah". I had a wander around some of the local businesses to try to find a ladder, as the bedroom windows were open. Perhaps mercifully, no-one had one. I don't have the greatest head for heights and climbing from a ladder through a window might have posed a few gravity-related problems.

In the end, I bowed to the inevitable and called a locksmith. Thanks to the young fellow at the Foam Services office who had a Yellow Pages. Mind you, I think they call it "Golden Pages" over here!

Thanks also to the young guy from Maclock who was with me within half an hour and was very sympathetic and friendly, while totally professional and efficient. 30 seconds and I was back in the house. Luckily, I had the cash in my wallet to pay him.

Lesson learned, then. I didn't really want to have to pay €90 for that kind of lesson but I guess it could have been worse!

Define it...

This evening, I'd like to briefly illustrate the concept of irony for you.

I used to treat my previous house almost as a bedsit. I'd live in the bedroom and really only use the lounge for storing things in. Oh, and for ironing in. I digress.

My beautiful new home has a quirk all of its own in that the mobile signal from my provider is non-existant in most of the house. As my internet connection is via a 3G dongle this poses challenges.

The only place in the entire house that I can get a stable enough signal to be able to connect to the internet (until my fixed broadband is installed next week) is in the bedroom.

Irony. Thank you.