Friday, 26 November 2010

Cursing Like A Sailor

I am.

Pop your head out of the door if you dare, face towards HMS Victory, and you will probably hear me.

I awoke this morning to discover a mouse had chewed through our modem cable, so no internet connection. It will take three to five days for a new one to be delivered, but in the interim Him Indoors has stuck it back together with some electrical tape. So no sudden movements please.

To add insult to injury my laptop will not boot up, so I am on the old coal-fired PC and praying that it will hold it together long enough for me contact the outside world. I dread to think how long it's going to take for Dell to fix it if it can't fix itself. So keep your fingers crossed for me please!

The replacement dishwasher should be available for collection by Tuesday, but the way things are going I'm not banking on it.Someone mentioned snow ...

So if I disappear for some time, you know why! And lovely editor, you have my phone number!

2 comments:

Jane Holland said...

Assuming you are able to read this, dear author, no sweat. I should not need to contact you until about Tuesday. And phoning you at that point would be futile, unless I am to read your final edits down the phone to you one at a time, lol. So we will just have to wait until you are back online properly - hopefully soon?

Wrap up warm - and find that mouse and TOAST it.

Jx

Rachel said...

Thanks Jane! Broadband hanging on, mouse still under floorboards. But he'll find the yummy bait soon - so much tastier than wood ...

Rach.
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