The Rats. Baits are being eaten. Yesterday morning, it appeared that no rats had visited. However, this morning, another bait had been eaten, and there were more droppings. I got so sooky a couple of nights ago, worrying about rats running across my face and chewing chunks of hair off, that I crawled into bed with Dr P, so that he could protect me from the rats. And he did. Shades of the Foggy Foggy Dew! There is a door to his bedroom, unlike my room, which is at the top of the stairs, and open to nocturnal visitors of the type that no one could possibly welcome. The rats have chewed chunks out the upholstery of Dr P's tub chair, which means that once the rats are vanquished, the chair will have to be re-upholstered.
Dr P is giving me a nice new iMac for my birthday, so I spent one morning earlier this week choosing all the various possible bells and whistles, and am now waiting for it all to be delivered. This is all very exciting, and I am thrilled to bits. A huge technological challenge will now confront me. Fortunately I will be taking regular lessons at the Apple Store and can also ring them up for help for the next three years.
The Internet connection here has become rather temperamental and episodic, and keeps telling me that I am not connected to the Internet. Perhaps it is Blogger, which certainly will not let me delete comments. The Apple people suggested it was due to the ISP, but the ISP tells me it is probably the computer. Who to believe? Having spent 39 minutes on hold waiting to get through to India, becoming somewhat impatient as a result, I feel more inclined to believe it is the fault of the ISP, but once I was connected to India and was actually discussing the problem, the Internet connection did not drop out once. Just to make me feel both aggravated and persecuted, the connection has been dropping out ever since. Of course, I have no real idea what I am doing. Where are my computer literate children when I need them? You can see why tycoons have Personal Assistants, but, in my view, tycoons have much less need of them that I do. Dr P is totally ignorant about computers, so what use to me is the stereotype that says All Men Understand Technology? (Intuitively.) Ha! Perhaps, once the new computer is hooked up, it will all work magically. One can only hope.