Happyhappy Joyjoy, and my warmest thanks to whichever Big Sky Daddy or Mummy has intervened and rendered me functional, through the very nice BT man who toiled for about three hours.
Incredibly weird atmosphere continues, although we seem to be having a lull between downpours at the moment. Perhaps I should go down while it lasts, and do my jerks and stretches, although it must be pretty damn muddy...
Toilet is still not right at all, and despite further lenghty telephone carryons, I have not yet heard from anyone about fixing it.
And here a few diary doodles from the PCless days;