Que Sera Sera

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera

So goes the song, and it is fast becoming my daily mantra.

On Friday I was looking forward to some great big hugs! Elly & George were coming North to do an enormous number a few calls and ‘the mammy’ was about fourth on the list. It was to be a short well timed visit. Leave some stuff for me to deal with, sort something for my computer (well there is no point in having two experts in the family if you cannot make use of them!), have something to eat and collect a bag full of items waiting here for them. I will have the opportunity to pester see them in a couple of weeks time when I go south for the Irish Blog Awards.

I like to be prepared when they come, so I spent Thursday hiding the evidence of Toyboys deleting any incriminating evidence from my files tidying up the place. πŸ˜‰ Now tell me, can you overwork the internet? I ask because my Internet connection died! Zilch! No Firefox, no Internet Explorer, no emails, No RSS!!! What was I going to do? How would I keep tabs on my Toyboys?

Feeling a little cross about this I closed down and went to bed.

Bright and early on Friday I opened up the computer and the Internet was still on holidays, so I phoned BT my provider. I had to phone as there was no way of reporting it on-line without the internet! Now I looked at the last bill and it gave only one number for reporting faults. I phoned and you know the procedure, 57 varieties of options and finally what I was looking for: If you are reporting a fault with Broadband please phone 0845 XXX XX XXX! WHY, oh why, was that number not printed on the bill? It makes sense surely.

I spoke to a very nice young man who asked about 7000 questions, but forgot to ask what I had for breakfast! Do you think they have deleted that one? I did ask him to suggest to his manager to arrange putting the phone number for Broadband faults on the bill. It might mean his callers being a little less frustrated!

So I had to unplug this, and plug in that, etc, you know the form. Not very successful, he would have to pass it on to the Diagnostic team. “Did I have another number so they could contact me?” the young man asked casually. “Do you mean have I a mobile number?” I said. “Why do you need a mobile number? Please don’t tell me you are going to cut off my land-line! I need it to be able to contact the Toyboys ‘Nee Naws’ Emergency services!

The young man promised they would not cut the phone line but that it might be 12-24 hours before the internet was up and running. Now that was serious! I was out of control! Well there were Steph, Hails and K8 all with the perfect chance to steal MY Toyboys! I needed the spray and I needed distraction.

I went to the kitchen and set about making soup and a dinner for my travellers. I had my soup for lunch and cleared up all the dishes. I returned to the living room about an hour later and the modem was flashing away to itself. I had email! I had Firefox! We were back in action. Ten minutes later the nice young man phoned to tell all was working again. Their was a fault their end – yes he said that! So I thanked him and let him go to the next person in distress.

Now why did I use that word (distress)? I sat down to rest and check on the toyboys read the blogs. Suddenly my body went into shock and I was frozen, it felt like someone had put me in a walk-in freezer! Having no pain I was not worried. I put on the electric blanket and went to bed for an hour or so. I warmed up and the feeling passed. The dinner was sitting in the oven ready to be switched on and Elly could serve it up. No worries, I was fine!

They came, we hugged, we talked and they did the swapping about and we eat. It was wonderful to have them here even for a short visit. Everything was cleared away before they left and I had a call to let me know they were home safely.

So Que Sera, Sera, the moral of the story is live for the moment and let the hours take care of themselves

Toyboys, I’m back, but we will take it slowly. πŸ˜‰

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11 thoughts on “Que Sera Sera

  1. Hi Grannymar,

    I’m so happy you are back on line again.

    My computer was in hospital this week having a few viruses removed. I kept getting one porn ad after the other and if you closed one out, two more would appear.

    It was so frustrating because it was like that game at the amusement parks where all the gophers pop up and as soon as you smack them down, two or three more pop up. Only this wasn’t gophers, Grannymar. It was porn most foul and I am very happy to be rid of it……

  2. Grannymar,

    I still use the “what did you have for breakfast?” question if I am doing radio pieces with people. I’m not the slightest bit interested, it’s to get a sound level. (Sometimes it also relaxes people and gets them talking in a normal way).

  3. Nancy ~ I am glad to be back on the net. I did miss you while you were offline. Glad the bugs are gone and I hope they never return.

    Ian ~ Microphones have a silencing effect on most people.

    Chris ~ I am pleased that normal service has resumed.

  4. Grannymar – sounds like you’ve got a bit of a faulty battery there 😦

    We’ll have to get you some rechargeables so you can be plugged in beside your computer. Mind you, we wouldn’t want you picking up any of those foul viruses πŸ˜‰

  5. Hey Grannymar. You wrap up warm now! I must admit I’m at my wits end if my internet isn’t working. Nine times out of ten it just needs the router to be turned on and off. Amazing how addicted we become to internet contact. I’m right up there, I assure you! Even made a purpose trip to my sister’s once just to login and check the email and blogs. *desperate sigh*

  6. Grannymar, you shouldn’t go on about the toyboys so much, you’ll frighten them all away. I thought toyboys were meant to be enjoyed discreetly not boasted about from the rooftops. But still, what do I know, nobody’s ever wanted me as their toyboy *sobs quietly*

  7. Wait – maybe you need to be introducing me to these toyboys, Grannymar. So I don’t miss an opportunity if your internet gives up again, y’know? πŸ˜€

    Make sure you take it easy, now. I would be very disappointed if I didn’t get to meet you at the awards!! xx

  8. Steph ~ I think it might be a new motor and not batteries I need! πŸ˜‰

    Baino ~ I have more layers on than an onion!

    Nick ~ All the guys on here are my Toyboys! I won’t ask you for a brith cert, if you don’t ask for mine! πŸ˜‰

    Hails ~ Now listen young lady, I am not gone yet! If you are a good girl I might introduce you to some of them on the big night!

  9. I have an inflatable toyboy if you’re interested… he’s fully equipped, and mixes a darn good cocktail!

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