Last night I was setting up Mother-In-Law with her new iPhone. This necessitated (among other things) installing iTunes on her laptop, and setting up an iTunes account. Which caused me a noticeable amount of hassle, all things considered.
Setting up the account should be easy. Except it’s not – bearing in mind that it’s not something that just techies do. Maybe as a techie I read too much into the entire thing. I don’t know. The main issue was with setting up a password, believe it or not. I tried the first one – say bumbag99 – , and got this error…
The full error message - click to embiggenify
The first part, by the password itself, looks like this…
Information about the format of the iTunes password
Fine. I’ve got letters and numbers, maybe I can’t type. So here we go again, ‘bumbag99′.
And lo, the error returns.
Then you finally see the bit at the top – completely separate to the main password error…
An extra error - nice to know about it
Nice of them to let you know everything at once, and in one message, isn’t it?
Bumbag99, and all done. Only took three goes.
On my drive in to work, I regularly see vans from a courier company called “Team C“, and seeing them always makes me smile.
I don’t know why they chose that name, but it always makes me think that they’re the third option – like you’ve tried Team A and Team B, so now it’s time to go with the C Team.
Bank Holidays always do this to me.
It’s Tuesday, yet it’s the first day back at work. Which makes it Monday.
Or something.
Bleh.
Over the weekend, I caught up on some sleep. I’ve said before, my “core sleep” hours are between 7 and 9 am – if I get woken up (or have to wake up) within that time, I’m foul for the day, and resemble a grizzly bear woken from hibernation.
Come the end of those core hours, I usually wake up naturally within a couple of minutes, and all is right with the world. It’s weird, but true.
Anyway, this weekend I couldn’t work out why I was waking up at 10am instead.
And then it occurred to me.
It looks like my core hours are actually 7 to 9am GMT. We’re in BST, so that’s 8-10am.
Bizarre, but true.
When you’ve been out for the day, walking on beaches like this…
Wells Beach
What you really want is to come home to a picture like this…
Welcome Home, from your happy smiling cat
And yes, that is one of Herself’s handbags that the little shit is sitting on/in.
Oh goody, another one. But for once, not at Tescos…
Fully in the hatchmarks, not even *close* to a parking spot
In short, a total, total cunt.
Over the weekend, we were breaking up wood for the wood-burner in winter.
Some of it was old fence-panels, which needed each strip of wood to be split up into manageable pieces. Like a knobhead, I chose to do this mainly over my leg, snapping the bits as necessary.
However, when the wood snapped in the wrong place, it didn’t half make a mess of my arm…
Woodpile, not self-harm
Ouchy
Amazingly, D4D™ now contains no less than 876,137 words.
D4D™ started on 9th August 2002, so it's been going 2946 days or roughly 8.07 years.
In that time, I've not posted on 195 days all told. Not bad.
