Look, it's not my fault, right?! I know the service has been lousy around here for the last few weeks but it's not my fault, honest! Take this morning for example. No swimming at the weekend so I had a bit of a lay-in and then arose to take tea and toast into the 'Memsahib' as I have been trained to do and then it was downstairs to use her laptop because my big, he-man desktop is still in hospital having what passes for its brain de-addled. So, I then had a quick skim-read in-depth study of the Telegraph and the Mail in order to bring you all up to date on a correct view of world affairs and to do so I attempt to log-in to Typepad. And that's where the morning went down the toilet! Try as I did, over and over via this route or that all I could bring up was Typepad in Japanese or Chinese or Thai or something even more incomprehensible than my blog posts written in English. Reduced to incoherent rage I closed the whole thing down - if it had been my machine I would have hurled it out of the window - but instead I decided to take it out on the ironing which is piled in the spare room looking like the leaning tower of Pisa - how can two people produce so much laundry in just two weeks? Having cooled off somewhat I have followed the advice of Robert the Bruce and 'tried again' and, hey presto, Typepad is now in English again.
Allegedly, my desk-top will be discharged into my loving arms on Tuesday. According to SoD it will be operating on the very latest MS8.123456-ad infinitum which means, amongst other things, that all my precious words of wisdom will be despatched instantly to 'the cloud' and, no, that is not the same as cloud cuckooland! Mind you, the opportunity for further computer complication has not gone away because when I get my 'baby' back here on Tuesday I have to reconnect about 89 cables of different sorts to the back of it. Ok, it's not exactly 89 cables but it damn well looks like it. I did manage to find an old scribbled diagram I drew the last time this happened but on that occasion I had the time to color code the different cables and mark their positions on the drawing. Now, however, the color tabs have fallen off so I haven't a clue where they all go. Also, needless to say, my desktop box does not reside on my desk top but underneath so that the whole damn thing has to be re-assembled with me on my knees crouched under this damned desk with hard metal edges everywhere. I have urged the 'Memsahib' to go out to coffee with her girlfriends next Tuesday morning!
Happily, today we are going out for a 'jazz lunch' at a local hotel with friends. After enjoying the music, the food, the martinis, the wine and, if things go the normal way, the sound of my own voice, I shall return in a suitably, er, euphoric state and will provide you all with a concise but brilliant summary of the political situation in south east Asia. Don't ever say you get less than full measure here at D&N!
