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One of those days. Awoke, flogged self out of bed, staggered to bathroom, turned on tap, no water emerged. Sometime in the night the Water Fairies spirited away our supply, leaving, it later transpired, a smallish lake, or largish pond, in the road outside. When I phoned the water people to report exploded pipes, I got as far as "I'm phoning from Rondeb-" and the lady said "B-d Rd, right? We're working on it", suggesting that many of the good citizens of our immediate area get up far earlier than we do. The Water Fairies restored water at about 3pm this afternoon. Reconnection was heralded by the Evil Landlord opening a tap and getting an explosive jet of water in the eye.
In celebration of the above, the wireless connection spent the day doing everything at a lethargic snail's pace, stopping every now and then for contemplative rest periods. My e-mail is currently down, owing to server migration hassles, giving me the niggling feeling that important communications are flapping around unread on the edge of my vision. I went into the bookshop to spend a R40 cashback voucher, and ended up spending R400, as a result of which I'm wallowing in a mixture of guilt and annoyance at the nasty sneaky success of the reward system. My car alarm is having an attack of paranoia and went off at random intervals all day, necessitating me rushing out in the rain to kick the doors repeatedly. I'm reaching a challenge level in Morrowind which is somewhat above my meagre gaming skills, resulting in frequent dying and the air turning blue with the cursing.
None of the above would be a real problem, except that a dose of PMT is coinciding with a full moon, which always makes me slightly homicidal.
However! the piano man came and stuck the innards back in the piano yesterday, and then spent an extremely noisy couple of hours making plinkity plunk noises while he tuned it. It plays! the action is immeasurably improved, none of the notes stick, the tone is about a thousand percent better, and it's officially in tune. I am a very happy pseudo-pianist fired with the enthusiasm to actually play the darned thing occasionally. My gratitude to the Great Piano Conspiracy is unbounded. Thank you, contributors all. You guys rock.
In celebration of the above, the wireless connection spent the day doing everything at a lethargic snail's pace, stopping every now and then for contemplative rest periods. My e-mail is currently down, owing to server migration hassles, giving me the niggling feeling that important communications are flapping around unread on the edge of my vision. I went into the bookshop to spend a R40 cashback voucher, and ended up spending R400, as a result of which I'm wallowing in a mixture of guilt and annoyance at the nasty sneaky success of the reward system. My car alarm is having an attack of paranoia and went off at random intervals all day, necessitating me rushing out in the rain to kick the doors repeatedly. I'm reaching a challenge level in Morrowind which is somewhat above my meagre gaming skills, resulting in frequent dying and the air turning blue with the cursing.
None of the above would be a real problem, except that a dose of PMT is coinciding with a full moon, which always makes me slightly homicidal.
However! the piano man came and stuck the innards back in the piano yesterday, and then spent an extremely noisy couple of hours making plinkity plunk noises while he tuned it. It plays! the action is immeasurably improved, none of the notes stick, the tone is about a thousand percent better, and it's officially in tune. I am a very happy pseudo-pianist fired with the enthusiasm to actually play the darned thing occasionally. My gratitude to the Great Piano Conspiracy is unbounded. Thank you, contributors all. You guys rock.
