TGIF

Or at least TG Friday is nearly over.

It all started with a trip up to London for a meeting. At the station GF queued while indecisive ancients tried to select the right ticketing combination to get them two stops up the line. Time ticked by as they got closer to death, but the queue moved not an inch. Trains came and went, a stray asteroid whizzed by, several glaciers melted, and the GF started to get irritated. This all before 5 hours of travelling (there and back) for a 1 hour meeting. 

He arrived at Victoria facing a 25 minute walk, and so the rain decided it was time to drench SW London as the GF sloshed across towards Millbank.

GF arrived at the government offices - the small lobby was crammed full of people trying to get signed in. GF was queueing again. The security guard made calls trying to locate the people being visited by the throng in front. Eventually it was GF's turn. His beard had grown several inches, more hair had fallen out and he had probably gained several wrinkles. GF introduced himself and identified the "party" he was visiting - the promised security was not waiting, and new one had to be written.  GF's party was not answering the contact number and so he sat in reception for 15 minutes wondering about the meaning of life and observing the subset of humanity that passed in an out of the building during his sojourn.

The meeting finally kicked off and was both interesting and successful... but you are not interested in that.

GF headed back to the station and on to home.

A bit of email preceeded some laptop maintenance (as instructed by Starfleet's robots). Unfortunately that is when things started to go wrong. The WiFi failed. After a little debugging, he tried the Ethernet cable. Ethernet was dead too. In fact GF's laptop was suffering an attack of PC-autism. Finally he resorted to the Starfleet Help Desk - they managed to get the connections working again in a couple of minutes. 

Oh yes, and GF's iPod won't sync with the PC.

Not a day to remember