… and the desk monkey who sent me a faulty router, which I received Friday, which led to a couple of hours on the phone to BT Broadband Support (who I have nothing but praise for), which led to not one but two engineers visiting my house yesterday and investigating lots until they showed that there was nothing wrong with the line but that the router was faulty, which led to a new router being ordered for me which shall arrive in 3 to 5 working days.
Which means no home internet for me until the weekend, maybe later. Grrrrrr. It also means that I have to be in the office for the rest of the week as there’s no realistic way that I can work from home without net access - I tried it yesterday and it isn’t an experiment I want to repeat.

Also today, I am mostly … buying primer

… so that we can finish painting the lonely wall in the garden. And hopefully the annoying children who live round by me will stop sitting on it.
We didn’t get much painting done over the weekend though. Oh well. It’ll have to wait till next weekend, like so much else…

And also today, I am mostly … wondering if the squatter is still in residence

… or if she’s decided to seek friends and food and shelter elsewhere. I’m referring to the 6 or 7 week old tortoiseshell kitten that appeared in the garden on Sunday afternoon, tried (and failed) to make friends with my cats, and has since moved into the garage where she spends most of her time hiding from me & Colin. Well, perhaps she’s not hiding when we’re not there: she’s a bit of a Schrödinger’s cat in that the act of observing her changes her state.
The other cats don’t seem that bothered about her other than an occasional hiss - certainly nowhere near the bother we had introducing Clover to them - though she’s probably too small to be much of a threat. They probably blame their humans for the arrival, too… Zuzu did seem slightly freaked out and spent a lot of Sunday in a tree, but that’s possibly because the kitten looks very like her, and Zuzu’s now under the impression that she’s broken the space-time continuum. Or something.
I can imagine this cat still being there in a year’s time though, skulking around and eating the other kitties’ food, and never deigning to come near me or Colin.
There must be a sign up somewhere which says ‘Free food this way!’