2015 — 16 May: Saturday
For some as-yet-uninvestigated reason1 my central heating is now, once again, operating on its factory default timer settings (rather than 24x7). Since the only thing replaced yesterday was what amounts to a wireless on/off switch one has to wonder. Its user documentation falls several degrees short of perfection. I recall I ended up prodding the boiler's control box fairly randomly last time I tackled this conundrum (which is probably why the clock setting is 10 minutes out, too). But if you let it run wild and free 24x7 the actual time is irrelevant.
On with the...
... weekend jollity. First task: a nice fresh cuppa. Done, and drunk. [Pause] I await an email clue as to whether my ailing garage door was indeed inspected while I was out yesterday afternoon. Between them, the cost of the new CH wireless gubbins and a replacement garage door — I think any further repairs to a bodged-30-years-ago unit is asking for trouble — will blast a neat hole in the minor-league pension surplus this month. But dear Mama's little inheritance will be able to help me out very soon now.
In fact, I may soon be in a position to do "something" about the back door that was last opened well over two years ago. It is currently securely locked shut. (When Mr Dyno-Rod repaired that bit of wondrously ill-fitted double-glazed replacement a couple of decades ago he candidly warned us — after a couple of hours wrestling — that the next piece of surgery would be a complete re-fit.) I dug out a reference (in a letter to dear Mama) to our original acquisition of that door:
Christa stonewalls much better than that time we had a glazing salesman round to talk about the back door (on that occasion he'd started us at £2,500 though he didn't know I'd set a mental limit of £500). Some two hours later Christa was on the point of signing having got him down to £800 before I sent him away with an over-priced flea in his ear.
I was sent...
... a link to the Wolfram Image Identification project, and have just found the associated blog entry completely fascinating.
This is annoying
A book I bought on 3rd November 1992, in Florida, is hiding from me. I hate it when that happens. It's "The Notebooks of Lazarus Long" in a nice, calligraphic edition. I've therefore had to make do with this snippet from a PDF file lurking more locatably (if that word exists) on an SSD that can't hide from me. I was looking for the quotation that was triggered by my footnote earlier. Here it is:
Stupidity cannot be cured with money, or through education, or by legislation. Stupidity is not a sin, the victim can't help being stupid. But stupidity is the only universal capital crime; the sentence is death, there is no appeal, and execution is carried out automatically and without pity.
I have to say, it's nice to have controllable central heating back (though I've yet to solve the enigma of getting it back on to 24x7). And that's after studying the semi-literate user manual. (So at least the clock is accurate.)