So the theme for the day is stuff not working

Up at 6:00, sit, breakfast, H goes to work, then I play the guitar for a bit.
It’s taken me over thirty years to discover that if you move ordinary pentatonics up one note in the diatonic scale they go all strange. Actually I possibly found that out in 1979, but I was finding out so many things, it probably got buried.
I spend a long time trying to get the desktop to connect to the internet. Eventually I manage it. I have no idea how but suspect it’s something to do with i.p. numbers.
The flush handle on the toilet breaks off in my hand.
So the theme for the day is stuff not working.
Still didn’t get the stuff I ought to have got done done, but I did go to the market to buy vegetables. I can’t work out whether I’m getting better or worse at this.
On the way back I buy a new flush handle and some plastic boxes.
Home, eat fruit. Fit toilet handle.
Go to the posh shop on Lower Marsh to buy bread. The enthusiastic young lady who sells me the bread (and on leaving I feel a bit underenthusiastic in return) tells me it’s her favourite. I don’t know if she says that about all the bread she sells, but on getting home and trying it can see that it is definitely a contender for “favourite bread”.
One thing I’ve discovered recently is not only paying less for vegetables but if you pay more for things like coffee and bread, they’re nice enough to be worth the extra. Something else I should have learned many years ago.
Make soup.
After H gets home and we begin to eat the soup she points out that this is, in fact, squerd. Which is nice. Not only nice squerd, but also it’s nice that I have become competent at making it.
After dinner I retire to the bedroom and, in lieu of doing something useful, mix instrumentals for a couple of hours. As you do.