Us old folk like routine.

New shit can be bloody confusing but sadly it’s a fact of life.

First thing this morning I discovered there had been a whole series of upgrades to all my websites. Luckily I have a yoke that upgrades them all with just a couple of clicks. I’ll let the owners of said sites work out any changes.

Then the door bell clamoured.

I had been expecting this as I had been on to Sky who provide our satellite service. I was concerned that we were paying rather a lot for the service and wanted to reduce things somewhat. I discovered that by combining a few things I could get more while paying for less. It did involve a call from one of their “engineers”, hence the visitor at the door.

He was foreign. Not only was he foreign but his command of my native language was almost non-existent. He kept asking me questions and I couldn’t understand a fucking thing he was saying. He did his stuff and fucked off leaving a clatter of cardboard boxes littering the place.

Then the next problem started. How to I operate my television. It took a lot of experimenting but I’m sort of getting there. Unfortunately Herself wasn’t so pleased with the new remote control and demanded to use the old one. I gently explained that that wasn’t possible now. That didn’t go down well!

The new system can be voice controlled.

I discovered that doesn’t work too well if you only have half a mouth…..