I slept like a log. Despite a very cold night the hose
of my CPAP machine didn’t fill with condensation which was a minor result. I
woke after a nine-hour kip and made toast. For once pretty much nothing of note
was happening on my Facebook feed.
Seeing the electrician’s report still hadn’t arrived I
phoned the emergence people who assured me that the report was with their “work
in progress team” who were rather busy. Having spent a lifetime working in
an environment where everything really is immediate and right away, it amazes
me how slowly some people work.
Seeing the sun coming out I decided that despite the
heavy frost I’d take the dogs up to the woods. We got them into their coats,
scraped the ice from the car and off we went.
The woods were busier than usual, but again most
people we met seemed to be within half a mile of the car park. No one wants to
go too far from the car. We had a good walk, and with coats on we weren’t
shivering when we got back to the car.
We took a minor diversion as we came home. There had
been a report of an issue with one of my geocaches. Despite a dozen other
people finding the thing over the last two months I was told the co ordinates
were out and the spoiler piccie was wrong. The co-ordinates weren’t as good as
they might have been but the piccie was fine. The thing was exactly where it
was supposed to be.
I came home and made a cuppa, and as I tried to update
the problematical geocache’s web page so the internet connection died. You
don’t realise how much you use an internet connection until it isn’t there.
Rather like the house’s electricity.
Being unable to work from home, “er
indoors TM” drove in to work. I settled in front of
the telly and watched episodes of “Four in a Bed” in which some
particularly difficult woman running a guest house only five miles away from my
brother’s house insisted all her guests be in bed by nine o’clock every night.
The internet came back on after an outage of two hours,
then went back off again just as I got the text message saying it was fixed. I
thought there might still be ongoing issues so I left it and watched the
remastered Doctor Who episode “The
War Games”. Originally broadcast in ten black and white
episodes taking more than four hours to watch it’s been colourised and cut down
to an hour and a half. It was rather good.
And then seeing the broadband was still down I phoned
the helpline. A rather helpful chap asked a few questions and arranged for an
engineer to come out tomorrow. I got an email confirming the visit. The email
said “During
your appointment, you may need to update your WiFi settings. This means you, or
whoever is home, will need to have access to the My Sky app”. I
downloaded it, and not having any idea what my Sky ID login or password was I
phoned the people at Sky. The rather helpful chap had clearly gone on his tea
break and had been replaced by Captain Useless. He wanted to know what my Sky
ID was. I said I had no idea. He said he couldn’t tell me what it was as it was
a secret. After a lot of arguing he suggested I might put in my email address
and ask for a reset. I tried that (with him listening) about a dozen
times and no reset email came through. Captain Useless wouldn’t do anything but
keep repeating set phrases from his script. After a while he announced that I
didn’t need my Sky ID login or password for an engineer visit even though it
said that I did on the email they’d sent me.
After twenty minutes I gave up on him and eventually I
found out what it was from pure guesswork just as
“er
indoors TM” came home.
I’ve managed to connect my lap-to to the internet
through my mobile, but it is all rather slow.
We had a rather good steak dinner washed down with a
bottle of plonk and followed up with cheese and biccies. And having had fish,
steak and biccies (no cheese though) Treacle is now demanding more food…
