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Eventful day
Feb. 11th, 2026 07:21 pmI was nervous like a monkey all morning, waiting for the Vodafone One tech guy to bring our new modem. To keep at least my hands occupied, I actually finished the politically incorrect, garish elephant. Mum actually liked it, but Mum basically likes all the little things I make out of paper or felt, so that doesn't really say anything. By the time I was done it was already too dark to take a decent photo, so I'll be doing that tomorrow.
Tech guy was young, friendly and competent. It wasn't his fault that the iPad mini is too old to deal with the new modem. He promised to come back on Saturday and try to do some system update on the mini; I hope he'll be more successful than my young cousin, since he actually has a service laptop. We'll see. I'd be happy to read on the mini again, as its screen is better lit and the background neutral, unlike the new iPad's with its psychedelic colours. The person who designed it should be shot. Or forced to stare at their own creations for the rest of their life.
After tech guy left, I deflated like a punctured balloon. A good thing that I had cooked for two days in advance yesterday. Potato casserole, baked in the oven, is every bit as yummy warmed up as it is when fresh. Tomorrow I'll pay our corner coffee a visit and buy some celebratory croissans and perhaps even a babka, if they have it. My nerves need sugar to recover - lots of it!
Tech guy was young, friendly and competent. It wasn't his fault that the iPad mini is too old to deal with the new modem. He promised to come back on Saturday and try to do some system update on the mini; I hope he'll be more successful than my young cousin, since he actually has a service laptop. We'll see. I'd be happy to read on the mini again, as its screen is better lit and the background neutral, unlike the new iPad's with its psychedelic colours. The person who designed it should be shot. Or forced to stare at their own creations for the rest of their life.
After tech guy left, I deflated like a punctured balloon. A good thing that I had cooked for two days in advance yesterday. Potato casserole, baked in the oven, is every bit as yummy warmed up as it is when fresh. Tomorrow I'll pay our corner coffee a visit and buy some celebratory croissans and perhaps even a babka, if they have it. My nerves need sugar to recover - lots of it!
