This is a cartoon from Saturday’s Toronto Star. The original cartoon can be seen here .
And this is the net book I took to France; while I was there two keys fell off. I became aware of this once I had boarded the train in Provins, so quickly jumped off and returned to the waiting room, found the keys, and re-boarded the train.
No one in Paris seemed interested in replacing the keys or the board, so I bought a roll of adhesive tape, and two years later it all still works.
The letter “C” has a small square of duct tape so that I can see to restart WinAmp playing music when I rise and it is still dark. The tape reflects enough light for me to operate without flooding the room with light.
Not to put too fine an edge on it, but my neighbour treats her wheel chair like a dodgem car, and bashes it against her door. This not very good shot shows the scuff marks from the seat back (just below door-handle height) and the scuff marks from the rubber wheels.
Here is a longer-distance view. The scuff marks are visible; not so much the dents. It isn’t quite at the level of marks made during an attempted break-in, or mal-treatment by angry drug-dealers, but it detracts from the otherwise neat appearance of the corridor.
That’s my door on the right, and the door to the stair-well on the left.
Here is my door before last week’s painting spree. I was tied up documenting the failings of Service Canada and didn’t think to remove the spy-hole, the name-plate, or to fill in the two holes drilled there by a previous tenant.
Here is my door. I don’t have a dodgem car.
Here is a bad shot of my door, painted a deeper shade of blue. The drilled-holes are painted over but quite evident.
Here is my neighbour’s door.
Yes! The paint was not dry when my neighbour managed to flake off a chunk about three centimetres diameter!
And no, the door to the stair-well was not painted, so instead of a corridor with pale-blue doors, we now have a corridor with two shades of blue.
Doesn’t look so good IMHO!