Stuff

I finally summoned up the necessary circular tuit and reported the intermittent problems that we've had with our phone line. The crackles and pops would knock the broadband connection offline necessitating a reboot of the router at regular intervals. I reported it online and had a promised date of Tuesday afternoon, but the engineer turned up 24 hours early.

Oh well, I'm not complaining because he sorted it out but he was disturbingly chummy with an odd habit of winking at me every so often. As a middle class chap I have the usual problem with relating to working men and having to find suitably blokey subjects for small talk without sounding too awkward. It's an odd sort of inferiority complex I suppose.

I watched a couple of things on telly last night. I braved the mockery of my family and watched this weeks episode of Sarah Jane Adventures, and jolly good it was too with some pretty strong themes for a supposed children's show. Later on we watched a couple of re-run episodes of Sopranos which have started from the beginning of Season One on More 4. Excellent stuff, and surprisingly funny too.

I crawled into bed and picked up my iPaq, only to find that my stylus wasn't in the slot. I felt surprisingly anxious and started looking around the bedroom to see if it was on the floor or under the bed, with no joy. I used my DS stylus pro-tem, and fortunately I found it this morning. Phew.

Dudley today, yadda yadda, redesign the invoice layout for the recurring revenues run, and then a three and a half hour return trip. Drivers seem to be incapable of reading the signs saying that they need to be in the inside lane if they want to go onto the M18 before the roadworks, and when I finally crawled past the junction there was a big articulated lorry trying to indicate left from the middle lane and holding everything up. I listened to a couple of episodes of 'The Flight of the Conchords' radio series, which was a bit strange compared to the TV series with Rob Brydon narrating it as a sort of rockumentary style with guest appearances from comedians like Andy Parsons and Jimmy Carr. The music's good though, which is the main thing.

I scored a hit with my irregular game of 'Holby City obscure medical condition bingo' where I successfully spotted that the case of the young woman exhibiting signs of religious mania and stigmata was actually a case of Von Willibrand's disease. Mind you, after visiting juno_februa the other week, it just brings home how unrealistic Holby really is, with no patients left waiting for hours after pressing their buzzers.