Hard Earned

I woke up this morning at 5 to the sound of pouring rain.  A sound that continued until just after I got into the office.

And as temperatures rose and tempers frayed, it was a difficult day.

My mood was not improved when I came home to be told that our electric shutters are playing up.

We reset them all to be unprogrammed because the man lived  here and who had programmed them was an Arsch.  He's set them up so one would act as a master controller for a random assortment of the others.  He set one of them so that it would close 5cm at a time over about 35 minutes - for a window that doesn't get the sun.

Anyway, we reset all of them  Or so the nice display panel said.  However the one for the terrace doors decided to close of its own accord, while the terrace doors were open...  End result - shutter gubbed* and we'll have to pay for the repair of another piece of utterly shoddy kit.

Here you see the shoulders of my bottle of beer.  If only i were so cool.

*A very Scottish way of saying something no longer functions as intended.  And it also means to have been punched in the mouth.