- VAT return done and in the post
- All suppliers paid up to date
- Home utility bills paid
- All business correspondence up to date
- Business contents insurance renewed
That’s enough work for today, I think.
That’s enough work for today, I think.
That was fun to manage. Pretty much settled down now, thankfully.
1 hour 48 minutes last night, and my shoulder hurts this morning. Pushed my skill level up to 584, so pleased with that. Took my fitness age down to 74 (soon it’ll be younger than I am), and ow I think I understand how that works I can get it down quicker, I think.
In other news, one of our sites has been – literally – Slashdotted, so there’ll be an anxious day ahead while we watch that server carefully. Hits Tuesday, 33608, hits Wednesday 679595, first two hours of Thursday, 201772. Fun fun fun.
Which is a) not very couth, and b) something we haven’t done in ages.
But it’s worth it – photocena.com is now baby’s first WordPress blog, and frankly I’m DEAD CHUFFED with it. So there.
Feel free to subscribe – it will be full of utterly uninteresting nonsense about the Jordans’ culinary habits and adventures.
In the general drudgery of Monday to Friday, just now and again you get a day that goes really nicely. And yesterday was one such. In no particular order:
So that was all rather nice. Today we battled out in the rain to the greasy spoon, the greengrocer, the farm shop, and the station, to collect the aforementioned usurious tikkits.
Tomorrow, LibDem xmas lunch. The rest of the weekend is going to be spodding, I think.
I discovered that the errant server made it to Bristol by checking the ANC web site yesterday morning – no, nobody bothered to let me know.
I phoned up to ask if they could get someone to deliver it, and was told “they have no drivers on Saturday” which is utter bollocks. Thankfully, the depot was round the corner from Costco, which I wanted to go anyway, so I whizzed down there, and was extremely irritated (and a tad concerned) to be kept waiting 15 minutes, and watch two other people being attended to who arrived after I did.
The young lad offered to carry it to the car, and I rather childishly said to him that although I knew it wasn’t his fault, I’d rather that ANC didn’t touch anything of mine ever again.
We had to pull one of our web servers out of the rack at the back end of last week. In theory, it should have arrived back here on Tuesday, and been back in the rack on Thursday.
In reality, it is still stuck somewhere in the maws of ANC / FedEx …
First off, FedEx phoned on Tuesday to say they had been to collect it from Docklands, but they had taken the name of the company down wrong, and so couldn’t find it. We told them the right company.
The returned to Marsh Wall and collected it that afternoon. We waited patiently for it to arrive on Wednesday. Did it? Did it buggery. The twats tried to deliver it to our ISP in St Neots (who ordered the collection). They rejected it, and told them, literally and figuratively I imagine, where to take it.
Today, we waited. And waited. And got quite vexed and chased it up, to discovered that this useless bunch of wankers had somehow mis-routed it, and the bloody server is now in *Belfast*. They promise a pre midday tomorrow, but I’m not holding my breath.
I’m working on a photo-diet project – basically you upload a photograph of what you eat, whenever you eat it, so you can review how sensibly (or not!) you’re eating.
I will shortly be in a position to require more beta testers, so if anyone’s interested please comment here.
Sitting up in the study in the evening, writing code – not for paying customers, but for the new photodiet project thing I’m doing (coming soon, hopefully).
However, I think it’s time to give up and go to bed, as I’ve just had an error message that says:
ColdFusion cannot determine the line of the template that caused this error.
Which means it’s comprehensively borked; neither perlmonger or I have ever seen *that* one before …
It’s line 117.