The Best Laid Plans…

To be honest I’ve not had a good start to 2011.

Disaster #1

On the 2nd January I got my phone wet. I needed to ring someone at the time so stupidly tried turning it on several times. The result was a short circuited phone. [If you ever get your phone wet take the battery out immediately and leave it well alone till it’s dried out! The gadget show ran a good feature on this a while back. I actually watched this particular show but could only remember the bit about putting it into rice!] So with a broken phone and 5 months left on my contract I’ve been doing a lot of arguing with my phone provider and a lot of trying to find out people’s numbers. Although both my memory card and sim card are fine my contacts have been lost somewhere in the space inbetween. I stupidly haven’t backed them up (unless you count a battered old filofax and bits of scrap paper in a drawer) despite working in digital preservation. I have learnt my lesson and promise to sync my contacts with my PC when I get a new phone.

I am now using a really old phone and desperately trying to sort something better out so I don’t end up living in a digital void (when outside the house) for the next few months.

My old Nokia

Disaster #2

Last Friday (7th January) I fell over at netball practice and hurt my ankle. It’s all a bit of a blur but I rolled on my ankle, felt a sharp pain, had to stop myself from being sick and then got carried off the court (all very embarrassing). Our team nurse (we are a lucky team!) suggested I go straight to A & E as it within minutes it has swelled up considerably and looked pretty gruesome. Wanting to avoid A & E on a Friday I night I put on a brave face and got a lift home. Most of Saturday was spent at Chippenham minor injuries unit getting a check up, then at Bath Royal United Hospital getting an x-ray, oh and hobbling about on crutches (much to my children’s delight). Luckily it wasn’t a break but a nasty sprain. My foot is now huge and black and blue – I’ll spare you a photo. We’ve eaten a lot of defrosted peas over the weekend.

The Remote Working Dream

So no driving for me. This morning my husband has taken the children to school and nursery early – he has an hour commute before his 9am start. I now find myself sat at my desk earlier than usual. If I wanted to I could still be wearing my pyjamas! For the first day since I started working from home I am living ‘the remote working dream’ of not having to have to leave the house before starting work. OK so I’m in agony and getting downstairs to make myself lunch may be a struggle, but ‘no pain no gain’ hey?! 😉

And as for my phone, maybe the retro look is back in? At least I have my iPod touch to keep me going over the next 5 months.

Fingers crossed disasters don’t really come in 3s….