Good morning inmates
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I woke up on 5.8, which is nice, I suppose. Getting out of bed was tricky, though, due to yesterday’s exertions.
It was bit of a circus, really. I’d phoned Plusnet on Thursday moaning about my supposed broadband running at 9mbs. So, Plusnet’s usual excellent service meant that an Openreach engineer turned up at 11am to try and locate the problem. The cleaners turned up at 11.05, so social distancing was fun. I escaped to the balcony.
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The engineer switched the ‘intelligent’ controller in the roadside box to a higher grade 80mbs. It’s still not right, only running at 25 or so. He explained that the controller tries to achieve steady output, so it continually monitors the speed it can do that. So it gradually gets lower and lower. The problem lies in the wiring. There’s high resistance somewhere between the box and me. The cleaners had long gone when he worked this out, but this was now 12.45. Anyway, Plusnet will be sorting this after the weekend. Plusnet is a wholly owned subsidiary of BT, but has excellent customer service. I’d probably still be trying to get through to BT itself.
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12.45 was an important time, because at 12.55 we were picked up by son-in-law to go to their gaff for a barbecue in the garden. Boy, was that good. He’d got a 4inch thick lump of sirloin, and slowly roasted, then thinly sliced for serving. Melt in the mouth, and still a little pink in the middle. Served with barbecued courgette slices, ditto Pak Choi and asparagus, and a herby potato salad. Yummy. Drank Chateau Diet Coke, accompanied by an amuse bouche of Creonand insulin. And baby granddaughter had her first ever fish finger to tax her newly acquired four teeth.
Went home a bit knackered, then I had to put a clean cover on the king sized quilt, which made me knackereder. (is that a word?) Cheered up by watching a film on Amazon Prime - Knives Out. It’s a superb whodunnit, very enjoyable.
Had to take a couple of Tramadol before bed, as everything was aching and I could barely walk..
So that’s why it was tricky getting out of bed this morning, and brekkie was a double espresso and two more Tramadol. That’s probably why I’m rambling.
Have a great day, folks. Don’t go to beaches, full of hoi pilloi with no brains, masks or hand steriliser. Just stick the Factor 50 on and sit in the garden with a glass of chilled rosé. Trust me, I’m a doctor
