Saturday

My Saturday began rather abruptly with the startling sound of the door buzzer at 8:20 in the morning. This was the day the guy was to come to install the internet broadband and cable. They always give you a 5 hour window as to when installer is scheduled to arrive (to entirely mess up any plans you may have). So when told he would arrive somewhere between 8AM - 1PM I never thought it would be at the earlier end of the spectrum.

As I madly struggled to get untangled from my duvet and find my robe I stumbled to the intercom and said hello? Hello? Is anyone there? No answer. I went to the window in the lounge to see if I could see a truck and by the time I found it the bells to our front door were being rung. He must have hit the service button and someone else in the building let him in. I tell you I must have been a sight for this poor guy (I'm not a morning person). I pointed him in the direction of the lounge as to where the cable is in the wall and excused myself as I tried to get myself put together.

Service people must hate doing work on the top floor of a flat. I think he had to run up and down the 4 flights of stairs about 6 times by the time he was done the installation. So the broadband modem has lovely blinky green lights indicating a signal but the welcome pack with the PIN hadn't arrived yet so I'm not able to get that signal into my computer yet. I tried to call the help line but every time I called there was at least a 20 minute wait. I think I'll just wait for the letter to arrive.

So installation done, we now have more than 5 channels so our viewing choices are a bit more varied now for those nights when we just don't have the energy to go out and do something. All before 10AM so the day is not a waste. Well, depending on what your definition of wasting the day is.

I went to the i-cafe as I wanted to check my email and post some entries and decided rather than just having a coffee I would actually have lunch. Good choice. I had a grilled baguette with turkey, brie, avocado and cranberry sauce. Mmmmm. However, I had to get the gentleman at the table next to me to open my bottle of sparkeling water. The old wrist has never really recovered from my TFC tear and I still can't open twist caps if they are tight (lame I know).

It's been a lovely sunny weekend here, but there has been a cold breeze blowing so I'm still having to bundle up a bit going out. But I have at least moved from the wool coat to a sweater and jean jacket combination. It looks more springish rather than winter.



The evening was spent at a PJ Party hosted by one of the girls from the office (today's picture, everyone showing off their painted toes with their jammies). I won't go into the details of the evening other than it was a bit of an eye opener. I'll chalk it up to another cultural experience.

Grabbed a cab home a little after 2AM and had a great conversation with the driver about regional accents and dialects within the UK. I like it when the cab drivers are chatty.

i-cafe music update. 'Daft Punk is playing in my house' by lcd soundsystem. Great tune, here's the video.