I am somehow surviving on dialup. Until last night I didn’t even have a phone cord long enough to reach from the phone point to the computer. In desperation on Thursday I moved the computer into the kitchen just to update my diary. (Must set things up so like checking my e-mail I can update it via the web from work).
A card arrived yesterday to say a package was waiting for me in the post office. Unfortunately it’s a real post office, not an agency, so it’s only open business hours. I’m betting in the package is my shiny new ADSL modem. Until I can get it on Tuesday, I’m stuck on dialup.
Today I hung up washing on the Hills Hoist in the back yard. I’m such a suburbanite now.
There has been one victim of the move: the goldfish. It was in a temporary bowl of water for too long because I couldn’t find the water conditioner to get its tank ready again for it. It never even got a name. So, RIP unnamed goldfish.