I was suffering from mild failure.
We went to see some people in a mobile home near Harwich. (A mobile home is, for the uninitiated, a small home that cannot be moved.) The sun shone and there was singing and plenty of tasty chicken.
I continued to suffer from mild failure.
Internet problems. British Telecom broadband would not connect me. I had this message:
Basically, when you see that message you know you are doomed, but with the possibility of not being doomed.
I have always had problems with my connections. These days the only way to make my computer connect is to open the e-mail programme, close the e-mail programme, open the e-mail programme, close the e-mail programme and then open the e-mail programme a third time. It will usually always connect on the third go. I think it likes to know that you are serious about collecting e-mails and not just larking around. Likewise if you leave the computer unattended for an hour it goes into a state where it will connect to about a quarter of the internet but not the other three quarters. The connection obviously works, but it becomes suddenly very picky. Restarting the computer is the only option.
But then, as we all know, the default setting for a computer is to sort of work, but not quite properly. This morning I became so irate about the non-functioning of the computer that I clicked my SeaFrance retractable biro in and out repeatedly until it broke. What a waste. That had been the shopping list pen for weeks.
Today it is my aim to achieve mild success.