Two days ago I was cycling to work on my summer bike in shorts and thin long sleeved jersey in lovely sunshine around 18 C. This morning, since the clocks went forward, I had to get up at the "real time" of 0415 and it was only 4C , pouring with rain, pitch black and with a cold east wind.
All my winter gear had been put away in the sad belief that the winter had been seen off. Wrong! On with 3 layers and out with the "tank" for the 12 mile grind to the salt mines :-(
Then I found that the webspace provider that has 700 MB of my files has done a midnight flit.
Still, a call to my ISP, a quick upgrade to a stonking 3 Mbps broadband account and I can shift the 700 MB to another webspace provider in around 30 mins. Only thing is, I've got to write 2000 new shortcut names. :-(
Two days ago I was cycling to work on my summer bike in shorts and thin long sleeved jersey in lovely sunshine around 18 C. This morning, since the clocks went forward, I had to get up at the "real time" of 0415 and it was only 4C , pouring with rain, pitch black and with a cold east wind.
All my winter gear had been put away in the sad belief that the winter had been seen off. Wrong! On with 3 layers and out with the "tank" for the 12 mile grind to the salt mines :-(
Then I found that the webspace provider that has 700 MB of my files has done a midnight flit.
Still, a call to my ISP, a quick upgrade to a stonking 3 Mbps broadband account and I can shift the 700 MB to another webspace provider in around 30 mins. Only thing is, I've got to write 2000 new shortcut names. :-(
Time to learn a scripting language. If you have the bent.
Two days ago I was cycling to work on my summer bike in shorts and thin long sleeved jersey in lovely sunshine around 18 C. This morning, since the clocks went forward, I had to get up at the "real time" of 0415 and it was only 4C , pouring with rain, pitch black and with a cold east wind.
All my winter gear had been put away in the sad belief that the winter had been seen off. Wrong! On with 3 layers and out with the "tank" for the 12 mile grind to the salt mines :-(
"Cast ne'r a clout 'till May be out."
The May in question being the hawthorn flowers.
I'll be back in the dark on Tuesday. I hate this clocks forward thing - it was just getting light at six. -- Phil Cook looking north over the park to the "Westminster Gasworks"
