THE MORNING is spent ‘sorting shit out’…first up is a call to Three to get our business account onto a SIM-only deal as our handsets are now out of contract. That goes well.
Next, Spamarrest. I’ve been using the email spam service onone of my main email accounts for more than ten years. It started at $49 a year and went up to $69. Then last year the renewal was for six month rather than year and latterly monthly…at $30 a month. No way to change it, online support useless and zero response to emails from customer service. I’ve had enough. A price hike from $69 to $360 with no notifications and zero customer service. Fuck them, I cancel.
Of course that means some email disruption – albeit only to one account – and a good hour or two fixing things.
In between times a pal calls…he’s been neglecting his website since I put it together in 2012 which resulted in some serious server security breaches a month or two ago. Having read him the riot act about keeping things in order he still hadn’t; made any attempt and it took a text message to get him to take notice. Problem is, he can’t seem to get online, let alone logged into his website.
There’s a much longer story, but we arrange for him to drop by later.
I create some artwork and start the process of making a leather keyring for a pal in Finland who really helped us out while I was in hospital the start collating and gathering various bits of video footage from the trip. I wanna make a wee vlog of the travel and shows.
With the Memorial Hall re-scheduled for 11 March I update poster art and replace the ‘old’ poster nailed on the oak tree in the village. I’m only just going for a walk when my pal calls to say he’ll drop by in half-an-hour. I have a short walk and make sure I’m home in time.
We spend a good hour or so on website stuff, Margaret comes home with he shopping and our pal heads off.