About time.

I've been living in this new flat for two or three weeks now. Getting settled nicely. Good folk, nice people. I've gotten a few things sorted, put up a notice board, "fixed the wardrobe doors" and bought a laundrey basket. But today I do something I've been putting off for some time now. Today I blow off the dust, plug in the cable and set up my wireless printer with the new wifi network.

This may seem like a small, trivial, task but I can assure you it's not. This is twenty to thirty random numbers and letters that need to be typed into a screen the size of two postage stamps using three buttons. Three buttons: Left, right and "OK".

It'll be something along the lines of:
"Right right right right right right right OK" That's H.

"Right right right right right right right right right right right right right right right right right right right right right right right right right right right right right right OK" That's 4.

And I'll be doing that another twenty five or so times.

One final facebook repost...

...I just picked up my laptop today, will be back writing proper stuff very soon.
Anyway, I wrote this this morning. Nothing fancy, but you can't say I don't keep this majiggy updated. Well, you can, but it'd make you a bit of a prick.

A few things of mine needed fixing up. The inner part of my sunglasses case needed sticking down, one of the rubber feet on my printer has been off it since Christmas and, well, a few other bits and pieces.
So yesterday, at lunchtime, I went out and bought a tube of UHU glue for the first time in YEARS and, when I got in that evening, I went about sticking my stuff back together.
I screwed open the lid and it hit me. The smell. It brought me back, way back.
Back to Saturday nights in my granny's house, doing arts and crafts with toilet roll tubes and matchboxes. Back to sticking the handle back onto a mug in mad panic before the mother came in from putting clothes on the the washing line. Back to playing with action figures and sticking He-Man's sword onto his back so he'd look cool and regretting it three minutes later when I wanted the sword back.

I love the smell of UHU glue. It stuck my childhood (and occasionally my fingers) together. Which... might be a problem. Maybe I should throw it away now before I start huffing it in a bag to feel young again.

Another repost from facebook.

Sorry, my laptop's fan has seized up so I'm stuck on choppy phone 3G and wifi on a tablet. Both have touchscreens and are therefore as easy to type on as a Russian typewriter. So here's a repost of something short I wrote on facebook. Longer, heartier, stuffwill resume when I've my machine back.

"£2.70?" I thought to myself, "That's very reasonable for a meatball, cheese and jalepeno panini."
"Hi, can I've the meatball, cheese and jalepeno panini, please?" I said, no longer thinking inside my head. As I waited for my meatball, cheese and jalepeno panini I wondered if, when I wrote this as a status later, I'd end up abbreviating the ingredients. I didn't. The lady in the sandwich bar handed me a hot paper bag with a meatball, cheese and jalepeno panini inside it. I handed her three pounds, she handed me thirty pee and back out into the Scottish sunshine I went.
Biting into my freshly made meatball, cheese and jalepeno panini, I realised why it was so reasonably priced. Canned meatballs and rubbery cheese.
Bah.
There's no such thing as a free lunch and there's no such thing as a reasonably priced meatball, cheese and jalepeno panini.

Apologies for the silence.

But my laptop's got a fever and writing stuff on a phone or tablet just kills me. I'll put up a good hearty post when I'm back in action. Enjoy yisre eggs.