Back at my desk for the first time in ages. The attic's going to be replastered in the next few days. This is both good, because it should mean I won't finish the day covered in a fine layer of dust, and bad, because I had to move everything into the bedroom next door. The JezUK computing infrastructure isn't especially large these days - couple of boxes, couple of flatscreens, wifi-router-hub, and a linkstation. The total distance moved was about 10 feet. Somehow I managed to kill my keyboard, and for several long panicky minutes it looked like my main box wasn't going to start. First off it fired up fine, but when I realised the keyboard was dead and I plugged in another, it abruptly powered down. And didn't come on. And didn't come on. And didn't come on. And didn't come on. And didn't come on. And didn't come on. And didn't come on. Suddenly, as bitter tears of impotent rage and panic sprung to my eyes, it powered up. Hopefully it won't be quite so horrible when I get to move back.