So, a dire weekend. First my new bed arrives. That wasn't dire in itself, rather the fact that one of the sockets has a crossed thread, so it can't be put together. Still, the mattress is comfy. The the saga of the kitchen light continues. For those that know me, this won't be a surprise as it's been going on for a long time. A couple of weeks ago my brother stpped in and put the new MCB in (I don't like that breaker box; electricity, nasty stuff). So after not being able to put the bed together I thought I'd swap the lights, putting back up the new halogen one that required the new breaker. Up it goes, but sadly the circuit still trips. So the whole lot will have to come down, the holes filled in, and the ceiling touched up. Anyone need a fancy light? After that came the disaster that was the rugby. Pathetic. I've nothing against Hodgeson, he's a decent player, but what's the point in having a kicker who can't kick? 18 points they threw away. And guess what, France kicked nearly all of theirs. Bloody useless. Losing by one point when we could have won handsomely. On the bright side I got the guitar and keyboard rig hooked up, with the multi-track software. All I have to do now is learn how to use it. Oh, and learn how to play. But the little thing that has given me joy is that while yakking on the phone to Alex about 10 minutes ago I spotted a deer wandering around my garden. It nibbled a few plants, wandered around, and then headed off again. There are fields at the corner of the garden, so it's probably from over there (unlikely to be a pet), but how it got in needs investigating. Pictures are all blurred sadly, but still, it was a nice moment. It reaffirms the reasons why I live in the countryside.