Mixed weekend, with about 90% frustration and 10% achievement.
Jacqueline needed to be in Yeovil Friday on her course, so I took the day
off, which is quite rare for me - even if I'm not at clients I generally get up
to something work-related. Having dropped Alice off I headed into Salisbury to
sample a quiet Friday morning. Did not go particularly well - I went to a cafe
and had a particularly awful bacon roll. The roll itself tasted more like
pastry, and it had obviously been nuked since it was very hot.
Oh, how I miss David Brown's. It is such a great shame but there are no
decent tea rooms in Salisbury any more.
Anyway, thereon to a pretty lousy haircut - not at all what I asked for but
at least passable. Lastly, I tried to get a toy that Alice had asked for - its
her birthday in a few weeks - but everywhere (well, there were only two toy
shops that I could think of) had sold out. I was hoping to avoid going to
So all of this took up most of the morning. Back home for a couple of hours
R&R, before out again to see Alice in her school play. Her school is
obviously very affluent since it assumes - most probably correctly - that
parents don't have jobs. Anything you care to mention takes place during the
day, consequently I am never generally around to see these events. I remember
this happened last year with their carol service. Anyway, Friday was the
exception, and I settled own to be entertained for an hour. Alice, of course,
had a small part, I doubt the teacher would trust her with anything else! But
she loved it and liked all the applause.
Rounded Friday off with a visit to the vet - the last time I was there was
with Barney - to get the kitten checked out and jabbed. We also got him
de-flead, since he really was infested moreso than we'd realised. For the rest
of the day he as a very hacked-off pussy! One thing, though. I let him out for
the first time Friday and he was fine, loved it, took everything in, then came
back in to reflect on what he'd seen (or took a nap, not sure which).
Saturday was a wasted day. I'd
ordered an upgrade to the ADSL service, which apparently happened Friday. I
thought I'd notice when the old service stopped working, but it didn't. So Saturday I resolved to give it a try. In
theory all I needed to do was change the existing username and
password, and chocks away, but of course life is never that simple. For
starters, I was unable to edit the existing settings, only delete them. Then, I
couldn't find any manuals which seemed to apply to me, they were all geared
toward a later version of the router, so I decided to flash the updated firmware
onto it, obtained from the manufacturer's site. Thereon, everything "looked"
fine, but nothing worked. In particular I was following their instructions to
the letter and the router wasn't having any of it. Probably the last paragraph
has been extremely boring, but imagine I was doing all this messing about until
around 10pm and you'll get the idea...
So, I packed in on Saturday, with the internet connection still stuffed.
Sunday, we went to Morrisons for the weekly shop, and this must represent
about 5% of the achievement mentioned above. Back home, and back to this router
- the problem wasn't going to go away and if we wanted internet access back I
was going to have to sort it out. I did a recap of everything I'd done Saturday
- by now things were clearer in my head at least - but to no avail. I had almost
resigned myself to having to buy a new router when I had a hunt for the original
cd which came with it (about 3 years ago). The miracle was that
I actually found it! Fortunately it had firmware drivers on it too, so I
flashed the router once again, this time to revert back to the version I had
been using. After all, until a day before it had worked fine for me for the last
Once the old software was installed I made quite rapid progress, got the
router working properly and, when I connected a pc straight in, I got the
internet. The only thing left to do was to configure another router/firewall. I
had to faff around with this for a while but there were only half a dozen
possible changes I could make, so within a couple of reboots all was well. Took
After that, mowed the lawn - mower needs a service - and set up Alice's tent
in the front garden. Then, settled down to watch the world cup final.
Not a brilliant game, both teams very cautious but France looked the better
side. However after an early goal apiece the game drifted into extra time.
Vieira got himself injured, which can't have helped, then Henry was substituted, then
incredibly Zizou got himself sent off. His last
ever game and by far the best player on the pitch, and a moment of madness ended
it all. Of course by now France were somewhat blunted, and penalties became
reality. As if to show the quality of the players everyone scored except poor
old David Trezeguet, whose penalty hit the underside of the bar and bounced down
in front of the goal line. So, 5-4 and Italy had won the cup. A Bridge too
So, les Bleus lost the final, but on the bright side our internet service is
now back and faster than ever.