7am system failures for the early shift.
It all meant an early morning call to Mr Tech.
Mr Tech was hoping to have a lie in on the first day of his Christmas break.
MORNING FELLA.
Ouch.
Job’s a good ‘un though. Mr Tech had me back online with the work tools before I had the chance to pour the milk on by Bran Flakes.
I made the strategic move of letting the kittens outside whilst all of this was taking place.
The last thing I needed was Daisy and Dotty doing their keyboard tap dance whilst Mr Tech took remote control of my machine.
The kittens are staying out much longer now. Daisy in particular has become something of a worry, straying fifteen minutes or so after her sister has returned.
In Cat Flap Training News: my work is done. Daisy has trained herself to be in control of her own destiny.
Clever Daisy.
Meanwhile, The Postman Delivers: Pills.
AV ‘IT, etc.
It was the final weekday show before Christmas for @RobertElms. Tradition was upheld, with Jesus Blood being played out at the end of the show.
More work, and then a little arseing around with Jetpack within WordPress.
The connection between Facebook and m’blog was telling me that it was b0rked.
Jetpack lied.
It’s still pushing content from one to the other, despite what Jetpack tries to deceive me with.
Work went through until 7pm. I only then realised that I hadn’t left the house all day.
I settled down to stream the follow up film for the blockbuster that I watched on Wednesday.
I’m currently finding Chromecast as revolutionary as the bicycle.
That’s a little strong.
It’s probably on par with pasteurised milk.
Pasteurised milk wasn’t the drink of choice as DARTS took over for the rest of the evening.
Chin chin.
Anna is returning from the Lakes in the morning, via Sunny Stockwell.
That girl gets around.