A Flower to the Rescue

Today has been officially recognised as an emergency flower blipday.

Apart from a visit to the land of sweat and testosterone before breakfast, I have not put my face outside any door.

We had a prolonged visit from the electronic guru who came to sort out our technological problems, not all of them down to plain stupidity on our part, but partly on scart leads not working and remote controls with glitches.

In case any young blippers amongst you with snide grins on your faces and thinking anyone over 40 should not be let loose with modern technology, let me explain our predicament.

We, at the age when we could almost be in residential care, have opted for a home cinema package which means we have 5 remote controls to play with.
Now, to us all remote controls look similar, and so to obviate any confusion, our technical guru has provided us with one all encompassing one which looks like a small I-pad and which has nice pictures on the screen which helps us to choose our options between freesatellite, freeview, radio and DVD.
It has a touch screen which allows us to scroll hither and thither but mainly hither.

Unfortunately it didn't seem to work consistently, and after much huffing and blowing and handling the single remote controls which the guru unearthed from the unit whence they had been banished, he conceded that the set up on the big control was in need of de snagging and he would have to return with a computer to sort it out.
Phew, round one to us.

After that it was only a case of activating some ethernet points around the house to use broadband securely should we not feel the wireless connection safe enough with all the lurking hackers around in other flats.

This all took three hours and now we're waiting for the delivery of a rug from the shop with equal shares for all.

Hence today's blip of a flower in a bouquet given to us yesterday by a visitor.
Perhaps someone knows its name.