I have spent most of the afternoon trying to sort out my printer. After a long slow chat online with Canon Support, we concluded that the printer isn't taking in paper. Actually Husband and I had already worked that out and, indeed, I'd written it in the Subject box of my query.
But we had to go through the process. "Is the printer turned on?" etc.
Finally she agreed and sent me a form to ask for repair. Fortunately it's only 11 months old so is still under warranty, a fact I kept checking all the way through the process.
At one point she asked me for a phone number and I panicked. "Don't tell me I'm going to have to talk to a real person! She'll ask me questions I don't understand!"
But I didn't have to. Now all I have to do is pack up the printer and send it away. Naturally I didn't keep the box . . .
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Last night at Zac's went okay. I'd planned to do communion at the end but we ran out of time. Which was just as well as I'd forgotten to take any bread with me.
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I'm cooking a piece of gammon for dinner. I always do it in the pressure cooker and finish it off in the oven. This afternoon as I went to do that I remembered my pressure cooker isn't working. I put the meat in anyway and will just wing it. I'm in that sort of a mood.
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Went to Rebound this morning, that's exercise class on mini trampolines. Once I'd plucked up courage to let go of the bar I was better until it came to moving my arms and legs in different directions. Too much for a brain to cope with. Afterwards two of the ladies were going for coffee and asked me to join them. Ooh, I felt like a proper grown-up who goes for coffee for no reason. (I had tea of course.)
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Am concerned about Marie who hasn't blogged since March when there were health issues. Kathy and Debra are both on a blog sabbatical. Blogging world is very quiet.
Some of us in blogland are still making a noise. I no longer own a printer, not much need now, so I don't have to beg it to work when it goes on strike.
ReplyDeleteI always worry when a blogger goes silent.
ReplyDeleteI remeber having one of those little trampolines.
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