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Yes JayCeeDee, I considered USB myself, but the router I placed in the best position is on top of a cabinet, at a level to better reach the desktop PC here, 2 rooms and a corridor apart. The printer just will not setup in this room, can’t get it close enough to the PC. Took it into the lounge and it set up to the laptop. Used Add Printer and it was picked up immediately.
Problem here is that the flats were built in (I believe) 2009. There are no actual BT sockets in any of them: just an RJ 45 ethernet socket with a twin power socket by one lounge wall and and ethernet socket with 4x power sockets across the room, with TV antenna and 2x Satellite points beside them. Would have much preferred a BT master socket, as it is I have a pesky dangling micro filter. Don’t know of any way to rectify this. Flats have had 3 landlords and current one has no clue about the contents.
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I'm out.Stoma sufferers get constipation JayCeeDee, although thankfully not as much as in the “Before” stage. The opposite kind of BM can be a big problem, I get that very rarely, also thankfully. The constipation has been a factor in this latest episode, but caused by other issues. Trying to get the medical profession to understand that, is another story.
I am actually much better today, been cheered by two family visits, from dear daughter with youngest granddaughter, then from Eldest granddaughter and her partner, up from Sleaford. Came to show me her new wheels, a 13 plate Fiesta 1.0 Litre Turbo Ecosport thingy. Lovely motor, but I still can’t get my head around such a tiny engine with a Turbo. As an ancient petrol head, it just does not seem right. Partner is a truckie and he loves it, so must be something about it.
Your TIC prediction was actually spot on!
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I'm out.I’m back mate, came home same day. story in the “unwell” thread.
Thanks for the good wishes, much appreciated.
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I'm out.Another thought: Disabled people with coronavirus represent almost ²/³ of Covid deaths in the UK. Maybe the Benefits Bill is coming down…
It makes sobering reading. As SWMBO and I are both registered disabled, if we weren’t both so bloody-minded, we might be made anxious. As it is, we just carry on as best we can, giving thanks for a lovely, helpful family.
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I'm out.Thanks guys. JayCeeDee had it right: ” Expect to be sucked in, sorted and kicked out... ”
I spent an afternoon being shuffled around the hospital, had a CT scan and blood tests galore, was endlessly asked the same questions about what happened, how I felt, what were my regular meds, what was my medical history. I had already given all that to the paramedic during the journey and it was all typed upon a Pad, taken to the ward and put on their system. At the last question I had lost it, so pointed the umpteenth medical person to my records on the computer. If I had been asked another question about my stoma, someone would have been wearing his notes. EG: “Why is your stoma empty?” ME: “Two reasons, one I am not eating much, as I already told you. Two, I changed it this morning, same as every morning.”
Now I told them I was feeling better atm, but it develops during the evening and night into pain, sickness and green bile vomit. These people then decided it was constipation, told me all the checks showed nothing wrong and discharged me, without transport. Fortunately my son was just finishing work and he came to pick me up. Got home, within an hour in pain again, soon over the toilet and vomiting. They prescribed a constipation mix which I have taken twice, to no result. Today not so bad, but if it continues I am off the Louth Hospital Treatment Centre and I shall be extremely annoyed. Worse, I will take my SWMBO.
That’ll teach ’em!
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I'm out.Having seen the latest reports about this, I think it’s another of Boris’ moves that is not as dumb as first thought. This country does need an injection of more intelligent, experienced workers in certain fields. It does not need more unskilled labour, some of which disappears into the abyss of inner city problems.
Now Australia and the USA are looking at taking some HK people too. The problem is caused by the Chinese government not adhering to the 1997 agreement with the UK. “One country, two systems.” But as Ed says, if the young HK residents had calmed down and stopped the protests after the world took notice, they might be in a better place. Media pictures of students and others, throwing back tear-gas grenades, hurling rocks and petrol bombs at police, did not help their cause.
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I'm out.Yes Dave I struggle to understand some of the results of my networking actions myself! :scratch: :unsure:
Steve, those speeds are to dream about. Thought I was doing well; 73 Down, 18 up. For some reason Firefox has taken over my Speedtest pics, have to address that. Adobe Reader will not open them.
Nolan, I would be happy with that too!
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I'm out.Thanks Keith. Sometimes I wonder at the antics a young Bob got up to. :whistle:
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I'm out.The government guidelines regarding groups in restaurants, are so confusing that the venues have given up trying to explain them to customers. As some of you may have read in my contributions here over time, my family loves to get together at the slightest excuse for ‘a bit of a Do’. This has not happened for so long that several birthdays have gone by without our usual noisy (but fun) celebrations. It keeps us together, reminds us how close we are all are, and how much we love each other. We’re a tight bunch!
When all this corona virus hassle and associated break up of family life began, we swore with every passing, un-celebrated birthday, to have one big celebration. Our family Organiser, dear daughter, has now put it all together and we are off to the expensive but very good restaurant that we all enjoyed a couple of years ago. Then No.1 granddaughter pointed out the guidelines which state that not more than 2 households may attend such an event together. Daughter consulted with the venue manager, whose texted advice was that they only required the name, address and mobile number of the person booking the venue. He pointedly did not address the “2 households” factor. So we will have our ‘do’ and enjoy it, should be fine if we can manage to all arrive at the same time. Which, knowing my family, will be difficult…
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I'm out.Ed there is a city map of Leicester on the Beeb website, showing affected areas: –
” Labour leader Sir Keir Starmer echoed calls for a media briefing, saying the people of Leicester were “crying out for answers to perfectly legitimate questions”. ”
Sir Keir, perhaps if the people of Leicester had followed guidance on social distancing and groups, they might not have this problem.
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I'm out.In all the years I have listened to music, via so many source machinery that I lost count, there is only one amp that I would like to have again: a Danish “Arena” that gave the best sound from anything else. At the time, I was in Germany, bought it from a shop in Flensburg, right by the Danish border. I put it together with a Philips Direct Drive turntable with touch-button controls, 4 Arena speakers (the amp was an early Quad sound setup), and a big , vertical free- standing Akai stereo open reel tape recorder. The walls of my bunk shook at times! A quick posting to a Strategic Reserve unit in the UK, meant that I could not take all that with me. Going on leave, I sold everything but the Philips turntable and the amp, drove into the UK, got stopped by customs. 1969 and the Stones were in Hyde Park, pre-Common Market days. The customs
ratbagofficial wanted over £170 in duty, saw my face and said “Or we can take it and sell it in our Customs House sales. Might buy that myself.” No you won’t I thought, surreptitiously breaking the tone arm and ripping out some bits from the amp. I hope he found them in his bin after I went.When I pointed out that there were lots of Netherlands hippies pouring off the ferry for the Stones concert, VW microbuses loaded with recreational materials, he just said “They are guests in our country.”
I enjoyed the Stones concert.
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I'm out.I have Amazon Prime and I use my Fire TV, quite pleased with that. I also appreciate Amazon Prime deliveries, but I did not buy this from Amazon or an Amazon seller, it was simply not available from there at all. I searched Amazon and Fleabay, also many other online companies, with a specific table in mind, a set of dimensions to fit one spot. The company I chose had the only one that matched those spec’s and it looked good. When I eventually unpacked it, apart from the damage it looked to have been well made and would have been perfect for my needs, which was a table to work on next to the computer table, with a shelf below of the right size to take my printer.
Yesterday I received an email stating that the manufacturer required photos from me of the damaged parts. I replied that (a) the parcel had been sealed by me, and was more capable of being handled as a result (b) unsealing it to photograph it would render the already weak structure of the package, impossible to reseal (c) I had already given the selling company photos (d) I repeated that, under the Sale of Goods Act, the Selling company was responsible for goods unfit for purpose, not the manufacturer.
This morning they caved in. A replacement has been organised. I will not accept it until I have checked it minutely and listened for any loose parts. I will also ask the delivery driver to drive around to the main gates, let the driver in and take away the old package before he/she leaves. (we have several female delivery drivers here) This does not feel like a win. No customer should have to jump through hoops until they receive the correct, undamaged product that is fit for purpose. NINE emails, each way! I would never have received this kind of crap service from Amazon, and probably not Fleabay.
Yes Graham, it was a Rant, I admit it. :yes: But I am not the type to give in when I am convinced I am in the right. :good:
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I'm out.Leicestershire is far too close to Lincolnshire for my peace of mind. Lincolnshire county has one of the lowest rates of infection and deaths in England. My area of Louth North & East, has had just 2 deaths, and Louth may be a small town, but the area is surrounded by villages, all of which travel to Louth for shopping. Perhaps the fact that we all follow the social distancing rules, and queue nicely, has something to do with that. Most of us wear masks. And there is a heavy police presence in the town, which was a bit of a shock at first, because officers usually leave Louth Station at this time of year, to deal with misbehaving Grockles at the resorts. Town in normal times, has only the occasional officer, touring the streets by car.
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I'm out.My own first experience was with dad at a pub long gone. “The New Inn” was in fact the oldest pub in the village, a Free House, right on top of Church Hill, on what is the second highest spot in Nottinghamshire. That part of the village lies above the pit village and is known as “t’owd village.” It had just 2 rooms, a bar and a tiny ‘snug’ with a piano. Being opened in 1926, the pit had miners gravitating there from Wales, Staffordshire (my parents), Derbyshire and the North East, even a few Irishmen. Later still, Scotland, even a few from Ireland. Accents became my speciality from a young age: my dad’s best mate at work was huge County Cork bachelor, used to stand outside the door twisting his hat whilst talking to my mam. Also used to give me half a crown, a good sum for a kid in the early 50’s. Quite funny to see my 5’4″ dad and the 6’5″ “Juddy” King together.
I learned a few old songs in that pub from a Welsh pianist and singer, Billy Brooks. He managed to play and sing with a ciggy hanging out of his mouth, was bald, wore an old trilby pushed back on his head. If the singers behind him got out of tune after several pints of Home Ales, he would shout out “One singer, one song! Shurrup!”
Stones brewery wanted an ‘in’ around our area to get some of the ale profits from hard – drinking miners. They gave the landlord the chance of switching his licence to a new pub on the outskirts of the pit village, on land they bought for the purpose. He drove a hard bargain, asked for and got a lifetime licence. My dad, who had a good position at the pit, went to the Licencing Sessions as witness on the promise of free beer for life. The pub was built and the landlord Jack proceeded to drink himself to death. His wife took over and made more profit, but when she died it went gradually downhill. It was redeveloped after I left the village in 2000, knocked down and bought for a large house which now stands there.
Stones’ tried to enter into local character by calling it “The Jolly Friar”. My dad stopped drinking there after his first night of Stones beer, returned to his local “The Forest Folk” and Home Brewery beer.
Blimey I have gone off on one again!
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I'm out.“ I was 10 the last time around. So was only allowed 4 pints back then. ” Might be a joke, but I remember my 70’s GF in Huyton. She was the eldest of 10, but with 6 lads there was always one nicking dad Ken’s beer. They took a while to figure out how he knew which one did it – always the one who disappeared when Ken blew up. My introduction to Liverpool, enjoyed every minute. As the youngest of 3 by 15 years, I was almost an only child and being welcomed into that family was – er – exciting! Being told “Yer talk funny” in broad Scouse by a 3 yo was interesting, lol.
I am enjoying watching your team play though, such speed on the ball, every player seems to know where every other players is at all times. Great passing, crossing and always having a pop at goal by anyone in position. Proper football.
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I'm out.“ I was 10 the last time around. So was only allowed 4 pints back then. ”
Might be a joke, but I remember my 70’s GF in Huyton. She was the eldest of 10, but with 6 lads there was always one nicking dad Ken’s beer. They took a while to figure out how he knew which one did it – always the one who disappeared when Ken blew up. My introduction to Liverpool, enjoyed every minute. As the youngest of 3 by 15 years, I was almost an only child and being welcomed into that family was – er – exciting! Being told “Yer talk funny” in broad Scouse by a 3 yo was interesting, lol.
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I'm out.Good luck with that Steve. Good result, end of 30 years pain?
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I'm out.On the subject of Sheep, I love Forest v. Derby games. Forest fans bait the Derby (Rams) fans by all going “BAAAAAA, BAAAAA, BAAAAA!” whenever the Rams start singing. Then “Mint Sauce, Mint Sauce!” or “We eat your babies!”
With a few Anglo-Saxon expletives added.
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I'm out.I have always had a good relationship with Plusnet over two periods, going back to 2009: at least they talk (Yorkshire) English. Phoned CS and they said, no problem, as long as it works and you retain the same login to the Member Centre and Help Centre. It’s good to go back to a decent router webpage. Plusnet Hub One webpage was not bad, just sparse on detail.
I like to dig into the detail.
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I'm out.Have you not still got the blow up sheep I sent you? 🙂
He had to have a hobby while the pub has been shut… :whistle: 🙂
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