It was just a bit too stressful this morning at work. I was busy making some web updates, refreshed the page, and noticed that the news feed wasn’t working. I went to logon to the server remotely, but couldn’t so went downstairs to the little room at the back of the building. No lights on at the front, tried the on switch. Nothing. Again. Nothing. Again, longer. Still nothing. Looked round the back and there was a light on at the back where the power cord went in, but the machine was cold. Bugger, I thought. The bloody, dying server, had died. The bloody, dying server, that doesn’t runs slowly and refuses to allow me to do a tape backup, has died…

I called Andy and he came over. He did what I should have done and actually unplugged it and plugged it back in and it came back to life. Not sure why that should have made a difference, and it turns out there had been a power cut about 6am and whilst the main webserver is on the uninteruptable power supply, the old, dying server won’t connect to it, so it, umm … died.

The day did improve after that, and the new office is really taking shape now with the nice new carpet now installed. Just seem some swish new furniture and we’ll be sorted! 🙂

On the way home from work, I was early enough to catch the John The Butcher before he closed up shop, and so stopped there. John is always so much more cheerful and chatty on a Friday when its quiet rather than on a Saturday morning when they’re rushed off their feet. Today he was telling me about his 10 days off over Christmas, and his Christmas party across the road in the pub for all his staff and how it usually takes three taxis for him to go home, and then his trip down to the south coast between Christmas and New Year for some r…r…

It’s weird, but before I met Emma, although I liked Bicester and my little house (which I felt very at home in and loved very much), I never really felt at home in Bicester. It just the town I lived in, and at some point I might leave. At some point, we still might leave, but until then I’ve been feeling much more settled in a Bicester life. And getting to know the local butcher, and also Hayley and Spence on the veg stall are also part of that. Slowly but surely we seem to be putting down our own roots in the world. It kind of feels nice.