Aha, I bet you think I have been skiving off having a lazy time while Idgy is away and not even bothering to blog. How wrong can you be. I have been beavering away in HQ like a woman possessed. The only reason I haven't been blogging is this – my router died.
On Monday morning I did the blog (sounds bad doesn't it), went for a run and then tried to check my mail. Nothing, nada, zilch, rien. The internet was not opening its arms to embrace me. Ah, obviously the server is down. I phone their help line. No issues with that. Spend half an hour on the phone with patient person telling me to press this, test that and do it all again. No luck, there is still a stubbornly flickering yellow light on the router where a glowing green one should be. 'Not our problem, it's your router, phone Netgear'.
Oh God, I now know this is heading for a long and painful process. With heart in mouth I phone Netgear. After the usual automated process of press this button and that button I eventually speak to someone in India. We then go through the same dance as I did with Demon, try this and try that. Now to do this test you will need to hang up, test the line and call back. I do this three times. Am I panicking, you betcha. I come from a long line of over-reactors and I can go into a tail spin at the drop of a hat. Consider the hat dropped about three hours ago. Try using an ethernet cable to test the router. I don't have one as I use the bloody router to get wireless internet. Drive round neighbourhood to find someone I can borrow one from. No joy. Yet more calls to India. Now I have to use someone else's computer to download a file to upload into mine. Drive to Stewarton to use computer in library. Of course it will not let you download such things. Have to wait till neighbours home from work. Get file on stick. Load it into my computer, phone India again. It doesn't work. It is now 8pm and this saga has been going on all day and I have lost the whole day's work and almost all my hair from pulling it out in stress. 'Hmmm, looks like you need a new router, yours is dead'. At last firm action. Now what? 'We will send you a new router and you should have it in 7-10 days'. Okay so now the over-reacting has reached fever pitch, that poor man in another continent must have thought I had just been attacked by a bear. I was almost incoherent with rage at the thought of being internet-less for over a week. 'If you pay £20 you can get one tomorrow', yes, yes, yes. Did I ever tell you that patience is not a virtue I have been blessed with?
Tuesday I get back to HQ and work away on new cupcakes and filling trade orders. I am constantly listening for the crunch on gravel that could signal the arrival of a trusty delivery van and my new router. Nothing.
Yesterday lunch time it arrived. I almost kissed the driver, but resisted the urge just in time! Try to set up router and of course have to go back through the hoops of India yet again. No joy the light is still stubbornly flickering at me. 'You will have to phone Demon again', Oh no, I am falling apart at the seams here and by now can hardly gabble my name and password when I speak to these people.
Enough of this tale, I shall cut out yet more painful and embarrassing pleading by me on the phone and endless testing of this and that. By 4pm yesterday I was back on line. Okay so the new router now has to live on the hall table (called a hall table but don't actually have a hall) and I have more spaghetti wires round the room than a Nasa space station . It works, I am back on line and normal service can be resumed………..