Best news of the day

Best news of the day is that Dad is going to come over and fit my new taps for my kitchen sink. I think I might do a quick survey tonight and see if I can find a few extra chores for him and his toolbag – the new shower rail springs readily to mind.

All morning I’ve been having

All morning I’ve been having problems with my internet connection here at work. So I had a listen to the line, and could detect an intermittent crackling noise in the silence – that’s enough to cause most modems to drop the connection.
So I called BT, and they said that their test couldn’t detect a fault, but that they would send an engineer out. However, if the fault was with our equipment, there would be a call-out charge.
Of course, with the engineer due here by 3.30 today, the fault seems to have cleared itself up and the line is working fine. guh.
It rained this morning and has been very windy. Since a large chunk of the line to here is overhead, that can often be a problem. Now the wind has eased a little and the rain has dried up – and I wouldn’t mind betting that that is related to the now restored connection.

More and more people (five

More and more people (five out of the last 100 referrers) have found their way here by searching Google for "grayblog". Is this site that hard to find? Maybe I should purchase grayblog.com and redirect visitors to that URL to here.
How did you get here today? Bookmark? Updated GBlogs list? Random surfing? Leave a comment and let me know.

So, being very tired and

So, being very tired and all, you’d think I’d take the chance of a quiet night and head to bed early.

But no, not me. Quiet night, yes, but sitting up reading and listening to music until 1am does not equate to an early night. Consequently, the effort required to drag myself from under EvilDuvet II this morning was almost beyond my means. At least it was until a workman outside yelled “can’t you read the f***ing sign, you f***ing idiot?” at the top of his lungs at some poor unsuspecting motorist.

I also sneezed so hard this morning that my lungs felt like they were going to be blasted out. As a result, my chest and throat is now very sore.

Memo to self: drinking huge

Memo to self: drinking huge quantities and getting home at 2am is neither smart nor clever.
Managing to do all that and only spending £2.50 is, on the other hand, very clever indeed.