I wasn't sure where to put this as I'm sure thtere is a definite stink of sulphur but I've been getting the feeling that the contents of my house are either possessed or I'm living own one of
@MrBane 's do-er uppers.
This tale begins some three months ago. Things went south when both the fridge/freezer and the coffee machine both went on the fritz. No big deal I hear you say, 1st world problem, just get up of yer backside and organize replacements. Those were my original thoughts; a stupid assumption to make. A quick call round the purveyors of things fridge quickly informed me of the fact that there are currently serious supply chain issues at the moment. Never mind I decided to deal with the coffee machine thing first, that should be easy enough.
The coffee machine plan was simple, walk into the local Mediamarkt and buy a replacement for the machine that has given me more than 10 years excellent service, in and out in 10 minutes. That wasn’t going to happen. As soon as I entered, the sales puppy started shagging my leg. “Has sir considered freshly ground coffee for a full bodied experience?” Sweet mother the prices would make your eyes bleed. The overexcited Labrador is waving his hands at machines that cost between €2000 and €4000. Seriously, for a brew!!?? Somebody’s having a laugh. For that price it would have to come with effeminate, man-bun, barista, coffee technician bollocks who isn’t sure what its gender is. Sir decided the freshly ground coffee could foxtrot oscar, and if this was how it was going to be it was going to be back to a kettle and jar of Nescafe. After I ripped him a new one we went onto the Nespresso machines. I operated the closure arm on the machine I was being encouraged to consider….it broke off in my hand. Moving quickly along the next machine had a milk processor (note: processor, not a jug or can). Looked like a lot of faffing around. I asked if it was easy to clean, oh yes, just take the top off and pop it in the dish washer. That was a comment our enthusiastic salesman immediately regreted. I removed the top and half the insides leapt out. Another pile of debris next to the machine. Long story short I found one with one button for coffee and another for power and it looked reasonably solid. It also makes a decent brew.
Buying a fridge these days is no longer a simple experience. Firstly the supply chain issues means that there is roughly a 3 month lead time regardless of manufacturer or type chosen. Out of desperation I tried to get hold of a small tabletop model, not a chance. Next thing was the bloke in the white goods store trying to convince me that I needed one with a wifi link. Why in the name of all that’s holy would I need a fridge with a feckin wifi link? In hindsight a daft question really: A fridge with a wifi link will allow me to pre book my groceries into the fridge while I’m doing the shopping in the supermarket. I’m pretty well up on tech but this is just people having a laugh at the consumers expense. Up to now I’ve managed without having to obtain a boarding pass for a pack of bacon. Maybe all these years myself and my parents have been doing it all wrong. Via a friend in the building trade I ordered one though his connections. They told him they would deliver in week 46. Thought I could live with that. Christmas, no fridge, new delivery date week 4 next year….if I’m lucky. I’ve started to get used to living out of tins and have given up on fridges.
Of course not having a fridge means that I need to buy any fresh food closer to the expected consumption date. I tried to go to the supermarket three days before Christmas. Bad feckin mistake. The supermarkets are the only shops open at the moment so the sheeple had mobbed then. Day out for the whole family. At the two main ones in the city the rozzers have been directing traffic and there was at least a 30 min wait just getting to the entrance to the parking spaces. They were so crowded you could walk over people’s heads. I don’t want some fancy furrin frummige badly enough to risk getting the lurgi. All I can say is I hope they all take themselves out in a Darwinian cull. Cnuts the lot of them. Christmas dinner was a tin of soup, Fray Bentos and a can of peaches. I was tempted to dig a trench in the rain in the garden and go and sit in it just top round of the experience.
Next project has been the switching out of the crap internet modem from the national provider for one which would allow me to improve the network security and configure the network. Other than that it’s from ZTE (Chinese) and given their reputation I don’t need the associated risks. I decided to do the job properly. Cables are now hidden away in cable ducts or the in the wall. As the router and wifi was being changed a lot of stuff has to be registered with the new network. Still it’s almost all done and victory was in sight right up to the point when it came to switch my Sonos music system over to the new network. It decided it needed an upgrade and without missing a heartbeat informed me that it had it all in hand and if I waited a few minutes the world of music would soon be at my fingertips. No chance to say eh, not now. Upgrade clearly failed. A day trying to kick life back into the bwastard main unit I was so frustrated I hoyed it across the room. A mate said to me, now you know how they make these exploded view drawings. I think I’ve managed to reassemble the bits. If it fails to work I'm probably just going to attack it with a hammer. It won't make it work but I might get some satisfaction from the experience. Bollocks! More tech designed to fail. As somebody who has spent a good chunk of his life in serious high tech I’m starting to see the advantages of becoming a luddite.
What’s next, oh yeah, just to fcuk me off at Christmas, with no chance of a repair until the new year, I managed to break one of my tooth caps and now look like Billy Bob or Cletus. More tinned food until the dentist decides that it’s safe to return to work.
And breath.