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I have a lost hour to fill.

I am trying to establish myself in new offices (new to me that is) some 20 mins away, but we have been struggling to get broadband installed and I can do very little without it. It's been a real saga. I wrote a bit about how absolutely useless Orange were. The truth about them is emerging now and I urge anyone considering Orange to forget them immediately. They lie. They lied about cancelling our order so when I rang a week later to find out why the 'tag' had not been removed from the line within the promised time they tried to persuade us to stay even though they had done nothing for us over two long months. Yes, nothing. I mean NOTHING. At all. Of any kind. Until we tried to cancel when they finally stirred themselves into action and quickly banged the tag on the line. BT have revealed all to me, and it is a sorry tale that betrays Orange as overwhelmed by broadband, and complete liars too. You have been warned.

Anyway, we went to BT who promptly got the broadband up and working - in five, yes FIVE working days (Orange failed to do anything at all between 20th of Feb and 23 April) only for the modem supplied to be defunct. So now I am awaiting delivery of a new one. It could be there now and all my woes could be over, but I have to wait for a child to return from school and make it some luncheon. So, in summary, I have paid rent on offices from 14 Feb that I can't use. And if you knew the state of my finances you would take me out and shoot me, as the kindest thing.

I have been pondering recently on the characteristics of the blogworld: the (relatively) few I read anyway (54 - I just checked). Each has their own characteristics. I expect mine comes across as completely alien to who I really am (and that is, exactly?). I suspect I come across as a whining critical moaner (oh, so quite accurate then). I do think it is interesting that blog use goes up and down. It seems that as the bloggers in my blogroll become more or less settled the blog entries go down or up, correspondingly. Others blog consistently whatever their state, but I think it is a truism to say that happiness is not a state that induces blogging.

I also admire the way some wear their learning really easily and don't push it at us, while others seem to feel the need to push their intellect and accomplishments at every opportunity. And I also puzzle over how some blogs seemed so admirable to me in the early days of my entry into this strange life, but now seem dull and clonking in comparison. And the one(s) that are self-satisfyingly smug are the most tiresome. But the thing is I don't change the ones I read. My reader reads the same blogs and I rarely add a subscription and even more rarely delete one. Because the truth is I enjoy all of my blogroll and the variety. All human life is there. Maybe?