After working for six days continuously I was
looking forward to a lie-in. It was such a shame that Treacle had to tread on
my goolies quite so early this morning. I didn’t really sleep much after that.
I got up and had a shave. And then took the dogs
out for their ablutions. Such a shame they wanted to go one at a time. Still,
it is better than their usual charging into the garden all together just to run
round shouting. I’ve been trying to stop that, but not with much success.
I made toast, and had a look at Facebook to see
what had happened overnight. There was mild consternation on the dog-related
Facebook pages at Peter Purves having been dropped from Channel Four’s annual coverage of Crufts. I don’t watch it myself; I
must admit I thought that Peter Purves died year ago.
Another friend was banging on about “the true meaning of Christmas”. This is something which has been banged on about for years. What is
“the true meaning of Christmas”? Muslim friends of mine have been telling me about their preparations
for Christmas. For them (as for millions in the
UK) Christmas isn’t a religious thing. It really is
one big party for all.
I then programmed “Hannah” for a little mission to hunt some film pots. The GSAK software I use
was particularly problematical today. I finally got it to work on the fifth
attempt.
Despite the dogs shouting and whining the whole way
we drove out to the back of beyond where there is a series of geocaches (would you believe it?). We
originally walked them four years ago but in the meantime ten of them have been
replaced. Personally I would have replaced the lot rather than just replacing
ten, but that’s just me.
We had a good walk… well… it was rather pretty, but
the dogs were “difficult”. There were pheasants absolutely everywhere. Fudge was pulling like a
train trying to get them, and Pogo and Treacle played up for "er
indoors TM"
and dragged her about. She got to see what I have to contend with. And it was
rather muddy too. I took a few photos as we walked, and once home the
dogs all had a bath.
With baths done I took Sid (who is staying with us for a little holiday) to get his claws clipped. You’d think they were trying to murder him
judging by the noises he was making. Whilst the nice ladies in the pet salon
fought with him I slipped next door to Curry’s to get an HDMI cable.
I wish I hadn’t.
Between the ChromeCast, the Amazon Firestick, the
Sky box and the DVD player we’ve got one more HDMI device than the telly has
HDMI slots. "er indoors TM" had obtained a second-hand gadget
that we could plug the devices into, then plug the gadget into the telly. What
a simple and straightforward idea…
Our
house is so hopelessly cluttered that I demolished the entire mantlepiece just
trying to get to the back of the telly.
I wired it all up, and absolutely nothing worked.
The second-hand gadget wasn’t working. But then when I plugged it all back
together as it was originally, I had something of a disaster. The ChromeCast
and the Amazon Firestick worked, but the SkyPlus box simply said “this display does not support HDCP”.
Oh, how I laughed…
After about three hours of fighting with the thing
I have established that (somehow or other) the HDMI output form the SkyPlus box has been poggered. I’ve bodged
it all so that we can watch Sky via the scart cable, and over the next few days
I shall have to decide if we are happy with this, or do we go SkyQ.
"er
indoors TM"
boiled up a rather good bit of scran which we devoured whilst watching (via
scart) the final of “Junior Bake Off”. A rather good show – if you’ve
not seen it, it might be on the catch-up thingy…
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