In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Ornate.”
A brilliant article on the state of the Universe or something, which I had in mind to offer today, has been interfered with slightly. In quick succession, the light in my study gave a loud pop and then up completely (there must be a short answer to that) after which a free-standing clothes rail became ‘captive lying’ by collapsing beyond redemption. It serves to hold about ten tons of clothing until the move into main house occurs, so it is a necessary evil. I now have it propped up and tied against a linen cupboard door which will have to remain permanently open until the clothes are transplanted.
My phone camera has joined my printer in refusing to speak to the computer. They must have been insulted by it in some way. So, no new piccies of the gala the grandkids swam in on Saturday, both doing well.
Anyway, instead, I thought I’d pop in two more ‘ornate’ egg samples.
Our Moses Mabhida soccer place
Of flower basket shows a trace,
No others to it hold a candle –
Designer wasn’t off his handle?
In Crowhurst Manor, here in Kloof,
You see strange things beneath the roof,
Over the top the artist went
In setting out his testament.
© Colonialist (WordPress) November 2015
My printer is often reluctant to speak to my various devices. Printers are such snobs! Wonderful pictures, though.. 🙂
1. To see the light you need the juice. Juicy? (Sorry, D’you see?)
2. Don’t close the door on your temporary close rail. (Sorry, clothes rail.)
End of message
What a week!!
It continued today with taking everything apart to try and trace the fault in the light. I dismantled the ceiling fitting and the switch, and followed the wiring throughout its tortuous route between ceiling and roof to the board. Finally turned out that the globe has to be one with elongated contacts or contact doesn’t happen. Different type of globe and I was away. Then everything had to be put back together again …
Oh dear, I hope thats it all sorted for now atleast….until the next unravelling!!
Sorry your electronics are rebelling. Have you tried a swift whack to the side. It may not make them work, but it sometimes helps me feel better.
Well, the sort of whack I am likely to deliver would solve the problem by making replacement inevitable!
I’ve been without a printer for some lo-o-o-o-ong months. Hardly ever used it, but REALLY miss it now.
Things have a habit of conking in just when one needs them for the first time in ages. And then, generally, the need is desperate.