Update update update

I am sitting typing on a keyboard which is balanced precariously on a pile of papers. I have a pile of rubber floor tile samples tottering at my elbow. I have a stack of insurance quotes on the floor next to my chair. I have a varied selection of usb leads snaking across the desk, in and out of the lots of piles of paper and three dirty coffee mugs and two cameras and one filofax and two tape measures and several stone samples and one glue stick and one pair of scissors and one hole punch and innumerable catalogues. I have another computer wedged against my knee because I have two, see, because I'm waiting for a new ISP provider to do a wireless home hub thing on the new one but I can't have one yet because the fuckers at OneTel still haven't send me my MAC code so I still have to do all my interweb stuff on the old one. So I have two keyboards and two mice and I keep using the wrong ones and I have to keep switching the blue screen connector back and forth. I cannot believe that I am still paying twenty five quid a month for half a meg of connection, just because I never got round to updating the broadband package more often.

So, busy. And then I have to switch across to the new Blogger before I can post anything. Famous last words: it seems to have gone ok so far. (*crouches down under desk, hands over ears, eyes screwed shut, waiting for incoming .... *).

Nothing.

Ok. We seem to be ok.

Coffee is, as usual, the answer. I anticipate gallons of it to come, as I design stuff for people during the day and paint a shop all evening, and think of things left to do all night.

Nothing if not fulfilling.