I don’t have an iPad and hate anything Apple (my problem, PCs and Windows let me fiddle a lot more). The iPad owner had lost his passwords and there was little to say it hadn’t been stolen – it hadn’t, I was even in contact with his daughter whose kids had changed passwords willy nilly but until the battery ran down they hadn’t needed one). Anyway, multiple resets and support calls to Apple (they said “not a chance”), it was resurrected despite rather than because of Apple.
We had my photoclub’s Xmas lunch this week, 12 of us at an Auberge for the plat du jour. A fishy thing for entrée, veal filet for the main and passion fruit+ entremets (after Bake Off this year I know what an entremets is – a sponge and mouse multi-layered thingy). Back home and I had half and hour before my Franco/Brittanique Rencontre in St Laurent sur Gorre (every third Tuesday of the month) – I had to go this time in particular to pick up the wine we had ordered after the degustation (see http://patblog.patbell.co.uk/2017/11/14/and-about-time-too/). Just before I left home I rashly answered my phone – another client with a problem with the recent big Windows 10 update; it’s a long update and the woman, like many I think had shut down in the middle of it unaware what was happening in the background. I think this is where the problems happen. Anyway, it transpired that she lived opposite the place I was actually going to in St Laurent and since usually my clients are many kilometres away it seemed serendipitous. So I got to my “rencontre” a bit late but then called in to collect the problem laptop. Solved eventually, after several false starts, by stepping back to before the dreaded update. A quick turnaround since usually a client has to bring the problem to me and leave it for a few days. She was so pleased she gave me another laptop to fix but less urgently fortunately, since my plan is not to work at all over Xmas week.
A couple of days later, another urgent issue with a laptop, this time a Norwegian woman with a failed laptop screen. The solution was simply a matter of connecting to another screen to get the stuff she needed. However the configured language was Norwegian and that is where I found that ‘skip’ in Norwegian is ‘Hopp Over’ – it wasn’t all that easy though!
This afternoon we have invited our neighbours for coffee and cake, and to view our living room. They’ve seen the progress all along (including the afternoon “cabaret” of Delia and me struggling to get 12 excessively heavy 4.5M oak beams off the hire truck – only ‘Madame’ so she only watched but seemed entertained!) Delia’s just finished a chocolate cake (thankfully with chocolate ganache rather than buttercream, which I detest – cream with melted chocolate is the only chocolate icing to have I think). Tomorrow (Xmas eve) we have the annual 30+ dog walk around a local lake followed by Xmas day – I will leave the remainder of our Xmas celebrations to Delia’s blog next week. By the way, we were considering merging our blogs into one next year, what do you think?
Here’s a couple of snaps rom a Xmas market last year.