I had a little excursion today.
I had been [deliberately] putting it off for some weeks but yesterday it became more important.
Yesterday I was testing a plug-in hard drive which had been behaving somewhat oddly [it kept disconnecting itself and reconnecting again which was really fucking irritating. I had to replace it.
Now the bulk of the stuff I had to get [and had been putting off] was stuff for the
Hell Hole Back Room. There was paint, a reel of satellite cable plus connectors, a bedside lamp and a can of anti-mould stuff. I knew that lot would be expensive but today is Old Folks day when they knock 10% off everything.
Now I obviously had to go to two separate shops so rather than having to drive all over the county and hassle with parking and the like, I picked a centre where there is a computer shop and a hardware side by side. The trouble is that that meant a trip to the suburbs of Dublin.
The drive wasn’t too bad and I only had one near miss [a fucker behind me didn’t realise the lights had changed. Luckily his breaks were good and he stopped a hair’s breadth from my rear end].
So I’m back now laden with stuff which is counteracted by a lighter bank balance. I’m knackered but that is explained by the hardware crowd who never keep anything in a logical place. Satellite cable? No sweat – I found it amongst the reels of cable. Plugs for the satellite cable? Half a fucking mile away in a different section. It may have been less than that but it felt like it especially after my attempts to find anti-mould paint
Now I have to find out how to remove a satellite remote control from a heavy duty plastic bubble that defies even a carpet knife.