Wet, wet, wet

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Date: 30 December 2006 19:14:53

That should get me some interesting googlesearches.

If Good King Wenceslas had looked out over our little town this afternoon, all he'd have seen were puddles, blocked drains and floods. Miffdog hasn't had a walk today;paddling not being his favourite occupation. Ms Miff wisely decided that the safest place to be was in bed, hence didn't get out of hers until nearly 4 p.m. Little M went out a couple of hours ago to buy a New Year present for a friend (sans rainwear of any kind), so we await his return with interest.

Meanwhile, Mr M has spent most of the day fiddling about with our pc network. We've at last decided to let little M keep all his stuff in his bedroom. Theoretically speaking the change should be easy. In practice - its involved much cursing and blinding as the beloved has negotiated a mass of cables worthy of spaghetti junction, and tried in vain to pacify offended computers. After hours of work, we're about fixed. Little M's work station is up and going, whilst I've now (in theory) got the whole of the study table to myself. At last I can spread my work out and leave it out between sessions! Unfortunately, my 'new' pc, (Ms Miff's old goth model) is still suffering trauma from its abrupt change of ownership a month ago and has decided to sulk. Its in league with the printers - result - the colour one refuses to work for either of us. As little Miff is doing graphics and product design for As level, this could prove a teensy bit problematic. We're leaving it for today whilst we ponder on what tactics to adopt: diplomatic persuasion, or sledgehammer tactics. Knowing Mr Miff, I fear it may be the latter!