I'm peering into the distance. I work on the basis that the harder I peer, the sooner the 'Parcelforce' man will appear. This is a similar attitude taken by people standing waiting at bus stops. As you pass you will notice them staring hard in the direction from which they expect a bus to appear, the harder they look, the sooner the bus will appear, or not as the case may be.
So I sit here and peer.
I ought to be fiddling about with the router, though 'fiddling' is to be understood in the terms of 'mass murder,' rather than 'fiddling.' Once again the brute cut out during the football, five times while Brazil were exhibiting super skill against the Koreans. My language was not biblical, my attitude not forgiving.
The intention was to call 'PlusNet' this morning but I hesitated until I have tried all the combinations, pulled all the wires, and shot the 'Outreach' engineer. Unfortunately, or it is fortunate, I have had to await the, as yet unseen, 'Parcelforce' man. Otherwise I may have been seen hanging around telegraph poles awaiting men in yellow Hi-vis while dangling a variety of weapons sufficient to make the Ukrainians jealous. As it is the van has yet to appear, my parcel lies awaiting below, and he is rapidly joining the telecoms engineers in my estimation. This parcel ought to have gone last Tuesday but was refused as they were on strike Wednesday and Thursday. Insert 'I support the workers,' and 'Grrrrr,' here.
Having discovered this brute was only giving 20.04, no wonder it is slow, I switched of the router, switched off the laptop, allowed both time to cool down and decide if they wished to work properly or not, then restarted them in due course. The speed 'leapt up' (this is a misnomer) to 35.63. Now this is of course better, and may enable watching the football today, however, it ought to be around the 60 mark! Insert another 'Grrrrrr,' here.
Now I have a life, indeed it could be better but I do have one. It is also true much of my life is lived through this blessed laptop, therefore when it fails all comes to a halt and I am exposed as trapped on a desert island. I write a blog on here that few ever read bar those 'spiders' clawing information for Amazon, Google, Facebook and other chancers, but it is fun and an opportunity to shout at the world. Indeed it was better in times past. Some have died, some ran away, others drifted off onto Twitter, or family, or even a life themselves. The rude repartee once enjoyed has lessened considerably over the last few years. This is a pity. Of course a great many got bored reading this codswallop, and who can blame them? I read this and find myself yawning also.
There is blue sky out there, though the remaining leaves are freezing off the trees.
Rishis Sunak, the temporary PM, is in hiding, Keir, the temporary leader of what was once the Labour Party and is now the red Tories, has decided to attack migrants, not support the striking workers, and probably wants to lead the Tory Party after the next election. He has all their policies! What a disgrace, so desperate to become PM he has sold the workers and runs after the Brexit voter. His Gordon Brown led 'Devolution' amendments have failed miserably in Scotland, as they would. Not that Keir cares, on the 'Red Wall,' matters to him.
So the strikers continue to strike, on the railways, the post, the nurses joining them then the doctors and the paramedics. December under the Tories with only thy right-wing press supporting their corrupt party is a terrible thing. Of course Boris is behind much of this. He is stirring rebellion, once Sunak fails at the polls as he must do Boris becomes the one to lead the Conservatives again. Unless he is in jail of course. It is time for Sunak to release the 'Russian Report,' and finish Boris.
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