Frustration

Well, the new toaster and iron have turned up and are excellent. Hairdryer, however, has not, yet.

On Monday hubby couldn’t access his streaming service, all of a sudden, through the app he uses to listen to music. We both spent a fraught day trying to sort it out, and in the process we re-set his music player to factory settings.

That evening our cable supplier announced via its website that there was a local problem, so we weren’t surprised that we couldn’t access the cable box.

It took them until late Wednesday night to fix it and guess what? we still couldn’t access our cable box. I checked it on the internet and they said, after checking remotely, Oh it’s your box.

I spent 49 minutes this morning on hold waiting to talk to a guy who assured me it wasn’t the box. He talked to me like I’m an idiot, so I womansplained that I actually worked in tech support, and had already been through rebooting, checking connections, changing cables, blah blah blah.

He assured me nonetheless it wasn’t the box.

I eventually, by dint of faffing about with cables which are difficult to see upside down and close to a wall, even with a torch, then more faffing about inside the configuration program through which we’d reset everything (GAAAAAGH) , made it all work. It works a bit differently from before, but we can not only see but hear the blu-ray player, the TV directly, and through the cable box.

Meanwhile, hubby had contacted his hifi manufacturers, who advised him that they had just issued a new version of the software which runs his music, and lo and behold, his streaming service was magically back. 🙄. I remained calm, but suggested that next time his damn software goes wrong, we wait a day or two before doing ANYTHING.

First World problems, I do know. Yeah.

On the upside, I made some marvellous mince pies. And the Post Office/Royal Mail/whatever they’re called collected the five parcels I’d had terrible trouble arranging yesterday. Only one more parcel to arrange, and I’m looking forward to wrapping and sending that one.

Home Made (Ish) Mince Pies. (bought pastry, bought filling!)

Nearly there.

This week will be busy, busy, busy. All the presents are organised, wrapped, and under the tree, which we put up today. I even crocheted some snowflakes to put on it, which I’m very pleased with. Then forgot to put them on until I’d taken the photo. Oh well. They do look nice. For those of you who haven’t noticed, there is something particular on the top of our tree. Not an angel, not a fairy, but . . .  and yes, we are well aware of the significance!

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Also made some mince pies today. The pastry and the mincemeat are bought from the shop, but there’s just something about cutting out the shapes myself, plonking the mincemeat in, and cooking them in my oven means they do look and taste home-made. I can’t buy the ones already boxed in the shop, they all have butter in them.

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My back has recovered from this morning’s exertions, thankfully. Two paracetamol and three hours’ sleep.

As well as the tree and the mince pies, hubby was having extreme difficulty with his music system, which is complex and computerised. The latest CD he had wasn’t appearing in the list, and when it did appear, wouldn’t play. It’s taken hours and hours of frustration, tweaking, rebooting various parts of the system, uninstalling and reinstalling various apps on the tablet, and eventually, due to some combination of all those things, it finally worked. But we don’t know why. Grr. Luckily he contributes to a forum specifically about such things, so he’s going to mention it there. In the good old days, we just popped a CD in the drive. But the sound wasn’t as good. His music system is his pride and joy, and the effect that listening to music has on him is the same effect that knitting or crocheting has on me.

Busy tomorrow, busy Wednesday, baking Thursday, busy Friday. I shall be glad when it’s the weekend!