Thursday 22nd march 2012, a day just like any other day, all was well in my world, it was 3:30 am a little early to rise even for me but hay ho,i made the first brew of the day sat down in front of the 42 inch monitor ( i know ive said that before) switched on and oh dear the routers gone haywire, that's it life as we know it has ended, no broadband, no fast repartee with life from other continents, no Facebook, twitter, or path, i have to rely on the phones 3g for the latest news from the four corners of this ever decreasing planet of ours, still i convince myself no problem, just reboot the routers firmware and i will be up and running in no time, how wrong was i, firmware upgrade failed, factory reset failed, claw hammer failed, new router required, the process of getting a new one was to say the least frustrating, ten long days later i have it, gold dust in my grubby mitts, setting up the new router was a piece of cake,plug it in and away it went, well apart from the new pass word being put into 2 wireless receivers (sky anytime and smart tv, im such a gadget freak)three phones including my daughter who just loves to use my bandwidth when shes home,ipad and extra laptop (just in case).
i then got to thinking how many people have i laughed at with the very same predicament (boy do i love spell check) what on earth are they upset about, no broadband, their,s more to life than worrying about internet access, uuumm i bet a few of you are thinking the same, do you remember 56k modems, e-mails two minutes each, audio files, ten minutes, video or as we ole folk say, films, took longer to download than cook eat and wash up two Sunday lunches, or a couple of trips to wetherspoons for the more affluent of you, but i digress again, video streaming, bbc iplayer 4 on demand, itv, sky go, tv catch-up,youtube, to name but a few,their for all with the wonder of broadband, the last router went for 61320 hours i wonder how long this one will last, right gotta go now time to listen to the omnibus edition of the archers, (i think i missed Tuesdays)for my foreign readers that is an everyday story of country folk, i love my broadband.
Saturday, 31 March 2012
Saturday, 17 March 2012
Old I'm not old
Fifty blah blah years ago i started a journey that was to take the rest of my life, a journey we all take, for some a journey that lasts no longer than a few minutes , weeks, or years, these short journeys will affect other journeys being made, but i digress.
in my teens i thought as we all do that i was immortal, getting old wont happen to me, the stomach cramps i had as a young boy had subsided into the occasional episode, not getting in the way of being a teenager, but i was convinced i would not grow old, 20s 30s 40s all gone and now the fifty's are going down the pan faster than last nights vindaloo.
latlely ive started to think maybe im getting old, the body wont do what i want sometimes, the back has decided i cant touch me toes any more, well not from a standing start, im still smoking much to my own disgust let alone yours, the weight is coming off but that's more to the diabetes than my own efforts, yes you heard correctly i am a diabetic, how you ask, old age says my diabetic nurse, (last week id never heard of them) who says im diabetic i ask , the NHS that's who, give 2 blood sugar tests above the magic number of 7 and your trapped forever with the label diabetic, it doesnt matter how well you control it with diet your a diabetic, fine says i, staple the label on my forehead, tattoo my arse if you wish but" I AM NOT OLD", im just not as young as i used to be.
In the doctors waiting room i sat next to a young mother who was waiting to see the doc with a six week old baby daughter (how do i know this, i talked to her, i will talk to anyone) the baby was looking lovingly at her mum (as was i) and i realized this waiting room held the full spectrum of life, from this baby to the old lady with the walking wheels, with me somewhere in between, but in the upper end of the scale, im well past laying on my back looking at my mum while filling my nappy, ( nappy filling my well return one day) and certainly not ready for walking wheels or a zimmer frame, i know i will never play for England or run in the hundred meters but i will say it again I AM NOT OLD.
Fifty blah blah years ago i started a journey that was to take the rest of my life, a journey we all take, for some a journey that lasts no longer than a few minutes , weeks, or years, these short journeys will affect other journeys being made, but i digress.
in my teens i thought as we all do that i was immortal, getting old wont happen to me, the stomach cramps i had as a young boy had subsided into the occasional episode, not getting in the way of being a teenager, but i was convinced i would not grow old, 20s 30s 40s all gone and now the fifty's are going down the pan faster than last nights vindaloo.
latlely ive started to think maybe im getting old, the body wont do what i want sometimes, the back has decided i cant touch me toes any more, well not from a standing start, im still smoking much to my own disgust let alone yours, the weight is coming off but that's more to the diabetes than my own efforts, yes you heard correctly i am a diabetic, how you ask, old age says my diabetic nurse, (last week id never heard of them) who says im diabetic i ask , the NHS that's who, give 2 blood sugar tests above the magic number of 7 and your trapped forever with the label diabetic, it doesnt matter how well you control it with diet your a diabetic, fine says i, staple the label on my forehead, tattoo my arse if you wish but" I AM NOT OLD", im just not as young as i used to be.
In the doctors waiting room i sat next to a young mother who was waiting to see the doc with a six week old baby daughter (how do i know this, i talked to her, i will talk to anyone) the baby was looking lovingly at her mum (as was i) and i realized this waiting room held the full spectrum of life, from this baby to the old lady with the walking wheels, with me somewhere in between, but in the upper end of the scale, im well past laying on my back looking at my mum while filling my nappy, ( nappy filling my well return one day) and certainly not ready for walking wheels or a zimmer frame, i know i will never play for England or run in the hundred meters but i will say it again I AM NOT OLD.
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