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There’s something not quite right about the keys on the left-hand side of this laptop keyboard. It’s like someone spilt a bit of ginton on them a few months ago, and that’s exactly what happened – interesting how long it’s taken for it to congeal, or for me to notice. The keys all work, they just feel ineffably wrong, cheap, mushy, compared to their right-hand side cousins. Woe is me.
Alas it’s not one of the bad keyboards covered by Apple’s service program. And the keyboard functionality is not compromised, so involving a professional technician seems like an overreaction. So. Would a slimline tonic have been less sticky? Should I spill distilled water on it now? What exactly is “rubbing alcohol”? Could I get one of the sucky nozzle things dentists use?
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A slightly interesting bus journey. First I attempted a two-minute connection – in ideal conditions I’d have had two minutes to cross a road; in practice, I had an hour to walk around a market town keeping warm until next bus, calming down after the thrilling jeopardy.
The next bus was running early. At one point the driver paused for time to catch up, but it was a narrow road with cars parked on the other side and a horn-honking man in a Honda Jazz grew impatient with the blockage created. Later, as we approached a stop, I noticed someone running up a side street, and the vibe they gave off was that they were running for the bus. We stopped at the stop, a man got on carrying a folded Brompton, and very efficiently he had a ticket ready on his mobile telephone, how selfish – better to take your time fumbling with coins in case someone’s running late behind you.
A better man would have made a scene, got the driver to wait a moment, but I am not a better man. Oh well, maybe the Brompton man was fleeing from the running person – maybe even had stolen their Brompton, in which case good luck to him. Then later, we spent 20 minutes in an interminable traffic jam – roadworks, they’re building a new bus lane – and I thought thank goodness I’d not delayed us any further. Cool story.
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Only a dusting of snow here. The main thing is the pretty frozen cobwebs everywhere, how odd that I don’t remember noticing them during previous cold snaps.
At this magical time of year, starting to think about festooning the weeping fig with lametta etc. Turns out the plant is actually three plants in one pot, a cruel trick played by the shops to give the illusion of a healthy bushy plant. I think they would thrive more vigorously in their own separate pots, but how to separate them without damaging the roots?
Have a nice week.