Moan

Yet another morning of frustratingly trying to get Internet access. I’ve decided to get an extension lead for the desktop aerial to see if I can position it in a better place to receive the signal without having to move the computer itself. As things stand I get half way through a job and lose access – so annoying. There’s supposed to be a plate you can put on BT installations that helps with Broadband speed. So far BT haven’t let me either log in or see the plate that the page is displayed on. Don’t you just hate computers at times.

Then when I got Internet access yesterday I accidentally deleted a couple of comments – Honey and Spesh, please accept my apologies. Fortunately I could rescue the contents of the comments from my e-mails and re-insert them. I managed to reject them because some plonker had tried to advertise on my blog (a spurious attempt to link an Elizabeth Ferrars book review to his website!) and I accidentally ticked their comments as I rejected his. I do wish people would not use blog comments as a way of advertising.

Add to all that a bad back from gardening and I’m in a real moaning mood.

On my book blog Heather asked how I managed to read so much in addition to the other things I do. In fact I spend a lot of time in bed because of my health and therefore feel that I waste so much of my time. I guess everything is relative. At least nowadays I don’t have young children to look after or a paid job to attend.

So, after that moan, I’m not sure I’ve got much sensible to add. I’ve loads of books to review on my Book blog so perhaps I’ll get on with doing that – Internet permitting. But then again, the sun is shining - perhaps I'll test out how my back is in the garden... See you later some time.


 

Internet - or Internot

I moved the desktop computer about two feet, vertically, when I re-organised the study. Ever since then the Internet connection has kept going on and off. Coincidence? I suspect not. I think that by moving it from the desk drawer (or where the desk drawer would be if it hadn’t got a computer there) to the top of the desk I have somehow managed to move it into a blind spot. Such is the space situation in the study – as I have mentioned before – that there is absolutely nowhere else for it to go other than back down below again. The problem with that has always been my inability to reach any of the ports or slots on the back of the computer.

I would have posted this an hour or so ago but I had no Internet connection.....

Homer

Homer: Oh, so they have Internet on computers now!