Various headaches
So much for my first real day off work--I had a migraine. And Jehovah's Witnesses, one of the downsides of being home, who arrived just before the guy who was due to fix my car's cracked windscreen so I thought it was him and opened the door wide. I got rid of them in about two minutes though; go me. The Novus guy then turned up and replaced the windscreen; they have this mobile service and a radio ad that goes something like this:
Man: "Come on then, show us your crack!"
Woman [coyly]: "Oh, Novus!"
After that I read and slept most of the day, but I do have a whole list of things to do this week now I have the time: take the three cats to the vet for injections (which means two trips as I can only handle two cats at once), get a flu injection myself, a haircut, and a warrant of fitness for the car with its new windscreen. Oh and go to the optician. Sigh. I don't need the extra expense of that but I'm overdue for a checkup anyway.
As for my site, since the slack lot at Big Bytes haven't replied or done anything at all, I've moved the site to Server Point, which was recommended by
kerravonsen and looks as if they give very good service. It will take up to 12 hours for the change of to propagate through the web though, so don't try going there yet.
Oh yes, Greg set up a 'stay-at-home server' here in the weekend so our puters now get backed up every night; very nice. I've been using DVDs and Gmail up till now.

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At least the windscreen is done now
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*opens door*
Smartly-dressed young man: "Good morning, how are you ?"
*I spot name badges as he's speaking*
Me: "Busy."
*Closes door*
Your windscreen replacement companies have much better adverts than ours do. I'm soo fed up of 'Autoglass repair, Autoglass replace'. and being lectured on the importance of having chips in the windscreen being fixed.
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We haven't had Jehovah's witnesses for years now. I think my husband might have put them off a little. We were doing dinner and he was cutting up the meat. Then came the knock at the door. So my husband goes to answer it, absentmindedly still carrying the knife.
Our cat Merlin (gone over the Rainbow bridge some time ago now alas) jumps on his shoulder just before he opens the door.
So the sight that greets the witnesses is of a man dressed all in black with a silver pentacle dangling in front of his chest. A black cat perched on his shoulder with its back arched in greeting and of course the knife.
"Good evening!" my husband smiles brightly, having realised he still had the knife "You are just in time for the sacrifice."
They practically left a hole in the air as they fled!
Oddly enough they have not been back since.
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