I slept well. I was pleased about that. I peered into the
Internet as I scoffed toast, trying to see if this full fibre (that we had
installed yesterday) had made any difference. It hadn’t. It seems to have
been a lot of faffing and upheaval for absolutely no benefit whatsoever. I had
a little look on Google this morning which seemed to think that with ful fibre
I should be having download speeds of up to nine hundred Mbps. Not one hundred
and eight as it managed this morning. USwitch claimed that if I told Sky to
stuff it and went with some bunch called YouFibre I could get speeds of one
hundred and fifty Mbps. Bearing in mind it all comes down the same cables I’m
not sure how that would work. I suppose it’s like the electricity and gas which
come into my house which have different prices according to who I pay the bill
to.
I had a look at Facebook. I wanted to ask opinions about an
idea I’ve had. As we walked round the Romney Marsh last weekend I saw a rather
pretty ornamental pond in someone’s garden. I’ve got enough odds and ends to
make most of something along those lines, but the whole thing focusses on a
waterfall. I’ve no way of easily getting leccie to the front garden so I wanted
to ask for people’s experiences with solar powered water pumps. Sadly one of
the Facebook UK pond groups has been formally paused. I can’t help but wonder
why. I asked on another. That should be good for an argument. I’ve had a few
replies – apparently solar powered pond pumps are of variable quality… or are “hitty
miss” to quote one of the replies I had.
I munzed and Wordled, and seeing the drizzle decided
against taking the dogs out. Instead I settled on the sofa and carried on
writing web pages for my Kings Wood geo-series until geocaching dot com
crashed.
I took that as a sign that it was time to go to work.
As I walked out to my car so the bin men were blocking the
road. About five hours later than usual on a Friday. Were they running late or
have they changed the collection times?
I drove through a very wet morning listening to the radio.
Various windbags were pontificating about healthy eating. Apparently healthy
calories are twice the price on non-healthy ones. Perhaps that's where my diets
have been going wrong? There was all sorts of talk about how politicians on all
sides agree that whatever government is in power it should try to legislate in
favour of healthy eating. However they all pointed out that the masses like a
maccy D and don't like being told why it is bad for them. As Ronald
Reagan once remarked about any political debate, “If you're explaining,
you're losing”.
I took a minor diversion on my way to work. A new geocache
went out yesterday and still hadn't been found. I thought I might get First to
Find; the chap who was there first was doing the secret geo-rituals round about
the time I was leaving home.
Mind you it was an odd cache. Someone's first hide and
stuffed in the scout's bug hotel. I bet the scouts don't know about that. I
shall be seeing one of them tomorrow - I shall see what he thinks.
I got to work and had a rather busy late shift. Certainly
busier than I had hoped for.
I came home to find that “er indoors TM” had
been painting. Ostensibly the door. To be honest there was more paint on the
door than there was on Treacle, but not much more.
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