I've done something horrid to my right forefinger, which is making typing alternately painful and inconvenient (depending on whether I'm currently remembering not to use it). I hope it'll go away by itself and I won't have to shift it by extreme measures such as laying off keyboards…

I collected a new pair of glasses today (my left eye has apparently become marginally less short-sighted, which I suppose is nice). They give me more peripheral vision than the old ones, which is good; but the arms are completely the wrong length and don't hook behind my ears properly. I suspect a trip back to Boots is in order, annoyingly.

Two of the four self-service checkouts in Tesco were out of order when I went there to buy my lunch today. Two days ago it was a different (but overlapping) pair. Is it really so hard to get them all working at the same time?

And my watch, whose battery I had changed a few weeks ago, gave me a battery warning today. It changed its mind fairly fast, but I worry that it might be time for a new one of those as well.

Add that lot to my ongoing NTL woes and my (landlord's) washing machine packing up and you're looking at a pretty annoyed Simon, who's currently hoping to see at least one thing working exactly as designed in the course of this week. Grrr.

On the plus side, this diary is now mirrored into a third location (*waves* to any new readers gained thereby), and today somebody sent me a Sudoku puzzle with the clues arranged into the shape of my initials. (3x3:a4_1_7e2c3d9h5d3_2_8b9_7_6b1f5a9f2a5b7c4a6c1_6_3e, for anyone with a copy of my ‘Solo’ program.)