In the night there was a spectacular nightmare, involving car chases and people doing some kind of gymnastics or parkour stuff to escape. It was what might be called a B-rated action film. Really, a very strange thing.
In the morning it was seven, that was no good, forced sleep to come back, and then it was nine. The backache prevented normal walking. Made breakfast and established that there was no internet available. Finished the breakfast unhappy at the thought of having missed the news and the daily word game. Take the pills and an extra one against the back pains that had been supplied by friends.
Returned to bed because of the general feeling of misery.
At two in the afternoon wake up again, and the back pains have gone. Perhaps it is the drugs or the unusually deep sleep or maybe it is just the painkiller drugs.
Hook the computer up to the router, without the WiFi. The net works.
Unplug the wireless network machine and then restart it. Now that works as well. This is good news. Dot the washing up of all the breakfast things, turn the radio on and let it play jazz from Australia.
And now the problem is to work out what to do with the ruined day.
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