Such stupidity

Of all the stupid things. My silence has once more been caused by problems with our internet connection.

This is the week of transfer to the new ISP. According to the schedule they sent, telephone services would transfer on Monday, internet on Tuesday. The new had router arrived earlier. It said the router was not to be installed & activated until we heard from the ISP that the transfer had happened.

We lost internet services on Monday. We put it down to the transfer. On Tuesday no word from them. We kept our mobile phone switched on & our landline was working fine. Well, they did say it could be any time before midnight, we told ourselves. Wednesday we waited. No word.

Finally, yesterday, we went into the library to use their internet services. First we looked at our emails. There we found a message from the new ISP to tell us to install the router. The e-mail had been sent on Tuesday as scheduled. How on earth were we supposed to read the e-mail without working internet services at home? You would have thought they would have rung or texted us. We hastily came home & set up the new system.

The other act of stupidity occurred on Wednesday. Our gardener was here. She was just about finished when her mobile phone rang - her son to tell her he was going to collect her rather than her husband but he needed to know where she was. Why wasn't her husband coming as planned? The next thing she burst into tears. Her husband had been chopping up wood & had managed to chop off his thumb. He had been rushed off to A&E. I would have thought one of the first lessons you learnt if you are using an axe or saw is to keep your fingers & thumbs out of the way. Needless to say my gardener rushed off to be whisked off to the hospital & her husband’s bedside.

A rather sad accident happened yesterday. I went out to find the body of one of our juvenile blackbirds lying on the ground. I gently picked it up. It was still warm. From the way its neck dangled it was clearly broken. There was no sign of a heartbeat. I lovingly put her in a bag, said my goodbyes before consigning her to the bin. I suspect she must have flown into the door window, thinking she either saw another bird reflected in the glass, or saw the window on the other side of the room & thought there was a way straight through, never even seeing the glass until she hit it flying at full speed. Either way there was nothing I could do but mourn her.