I was down in the village on Wednesday.
The chaos and mayhem down there is getting worse. The Disney mob are still working an their main building [which I have now heard is a City Hall, not a palace] but now have started to build extensions to several other buildings. These extensions are to the front, out onto the street so of course that’s another chunk of parking gone. I have to park a good distance away and then lug all my shopping [and the dog] back up the hill to the car. I nearly had another heart attack. I hear that the word has spread to the Great Unwashed in Dublin and they are now piling down at the weekends to see the fun. Note to myself to avoid the place at all costs on Saturday and Sunday.
God help us when the filming begins.
Yesterday was to be a quiet day when I could get some scribbling done. Actually that went quite well and I managed to do a large chunk. I realised that the stuff I shove up here is just a small part of the entirety. After all, I do have over seventy years to cram in. Even then, there’s a lot that shall remain forgotten after I depart. Some topics are best left to the grave.
Unfortunately there was an attack on my web servers [DDoS if you’re interested]. All of my sites were affected, some worse than others. Apart from this one, Anna Raccoon and Martin Scriblerus were affected as well as my little stable of other accounts. If you were affected – sorry – there was fuck all I could do about it. I left that to the engineers. The sites are all back working anyway.
Today our Glorious Health Service is in chaos [what else is new?] as their system has been attacked with Ransomware. If details of all my medical stuff appears on the Dark Web, you’re welcome to it. I don’t give a shit.
Now I have to tidy the place. Painters are coming tomorrow to paint the kitchen to try to brighten it up a bit.
Knowing my life, they probably won’t turn up though.