printers and people and failed attempts to clear some nozzles

 The morning started with a breakfast. There was no shower, there was just no wish to be bothered. If there is a smell let the people hold their noses, the creeps are all too polite to say anything anyway. Read the times, it is all about the horrors of trump. Soon there will be no north American middle class any more, soon there will only be the struggling and the obscenely rich. It will be that kind of country. The Wordle puzzle was solved last night before going to bed. The time in the pub was pleasant enough. 

There is notice that the parcel with the unit for the printer will arrive today. This is good, it will be possible to try to repair the errant machine. 

Empty the clothes dryer in the downstairs bathroom, take the clothes upstairs and sort them all into their various compartments. Then make a telephone call to the woman who is selling the printer. She replies to say that she will call back later.

Fiddle about and tidy things in the bedroom, get the vacuum cleaner and do the floor. The vacuum cleaner works perfectly now, considering that it was in such a terrible state. Turn it off, and depress the automatic cord winder. This works perfectly. Now that the work is over it was worthwhile fixing it.

At one in the afternoon the telephone rings, the woman has called back. She appears to have gained some information from somewhere that the system is not all bad. We have a longer conversation, and now the sale is on again. That is very good.

The part for the printer arrives, the delivery person is unfriendl,  and the part appears smaller than expected. Take the part into the workroom and check the numbers on the back. It is the correct part.

Then take a walk to the artists studio. Buy another cable for the telephone on the way, the other one was not quite the right type. At the studio set up the printer to start the cleaning routine, The smell of the cleaning solution is most unpleasant.

Two hours later there is no progress at all, the very light grey will not print correctly. This is a sorry business.

Two friends of the artist arrive, and now it becomes clear as to why the artists studio is in a state of chaos. They are very active, and seem to be intent on turning the studio into some sort of living room.

Help them move things around, they appear to be frail.

Then leave, go home, but stop in the middle of town for a cup of coffee.