On Friday I spent most of my time using a hammer to bash in my thumb, I mean really bash it and whilst I was at it I decided to hit a few other digits too. Don't get me wrong, I'm not some kind of sadist no matter what my local DIY store thinks, it was all down to the nightmare that is cable clips.
I was installing a webcam in Bunnyopolis so we can get bunnyview 24x7 which involved thirty five metres of cabling, quite a long run and as most of this was around the outside of the house it required quite a lot of cable clips to secure it properly. Here's where the problem was, in this world of infinite cheapness we seem to find now days any 'improvement' to a product is invariably made to a) save money and b) cause inconvenience and it was so with the humble cable clip. To save 0.0000001p per clip the nail that secures the clip had been shortened that far that only children under the age of six months could hold it. Not only that but the plastic arch withered under the slightest hammer blow. I compared them to the ones I bought last year and yes, they had sadly been improved so resigned myself to a few hours of pain halfway up a ladder.
So I found myself testing the resilience of my left thumb accompanied by a varying degree of potty mouthness depending on the severity of the blow. It's quite amazing how much pain you can take, mere glancing blows soon felt like fairy taps and it was only the ones that drew blood that I noticed. Finally with a thumb looking like Spam hit with a rolling pin I flicked the switch and...
...Bunnyopolis flickered into view. Live bunny action, well, live bunny sleeping most of the time to be honest, lit the screen. So we found ourselves glued to the screen last night, we can even view it on the move which is nice, Aaran, Jura and Iona were completely unfazed by all this technology although they did seem to be showing off a little more now that they were on camera.
This was taken around 8pm, followed by another eleven hours of sleeping lolling bunnies, broken only by the occasional nosey out the bunny flap if a noise attracts attention and of course to go and munch on the hay bar. Unfortunately it completely discounted my theory that as soon as we walk away and shut them up for the night they put on slippers, smoke pipes and chat about us and the strange things we get up to. I'm convinced that when you get really close and nose poke them their fur smells of fine cigars but Jayne just says I have an over active imagination.
Unless of course I am right and they now do it all off camera, that unfortunately shall forever remain a mystery.
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