… so I’ve got back, and I’m just starting to ponder a quick wander to the shops; get myself some milk and see if the post office is open; I’ve got some glitch with my PC which is irritating me…
…and I’m writing an e-mail, a longish one to James.
And my mum rings. The plumbing in the bathroom at home has started to leak; if I’m lucky (which I should be) it’ll be simply a loose joint on a pipe I can just do up. If I’m unlucky it’ll be a failed yorkshire (or worse, proper sleeved) joint, which will need a blowtorch, the water off and drained, and solder and me to reprise skills not used since I was about 14.
Still, it’s 100 miles of driving on salty grotty motorways I could do without.
…and then, just to round it off, my PC fails with a Kernel fault of some description. An importal BSOD. Some piece of hardware in this machine is crashing it. And so I can’t even leave the fucking thing on while I’m away, and I’ve no idea which thing it is, but I’m suspecting that DVD-Writer that’s never worked properly since it arrived.
*sigh*
Lunch, pack car, go. I like the ominous grey rain clouds which have decided to surface over Bristol now. That is a nice touch.
