Hubby’s Plan B

Sometimes we wonder if there are enough letters in the alphabet when plans start out as one thing and end up as something else.
We tried the paragraph a) appendage (ii) , but gave up trying to mentally keep up (it’s become a bit of a game, we are so sad!), so just start another plan and begin again.

alphabetHubby has been mentally working on improving our WIFI reception for a while.
It’s always been a bit iffy as past (multiple) posts have mentioned, and our little gizmo enhancer sticks are brilliant for boosting the signal, most of the time.
However, we have the drawback of hanging wires everywhere, which can be a bit of a knitting game or obstacle course.

Hubby had the plan of putting our gizmos outside on a pole (all suitably enclosed to protect them from the elements) and having a socket on the inside of the boat that we just plugged into.
Being a useful guy and knowing a fair bit about electronics, wiring, telephones and PCs, his plan suddenly all came together in his head and we purchased some ‘ingredients’ last week.
This included a 6 foot length of 21.5 mm white plastic waste pipe, a similar sized plastic tee-piece, some cable and some fittings.
Everything was going swimmingly in theory, and we just needed to get two cheap USB leads so that we could cut off the required socket connectors.
stopWhat had been available in their hundreds less than 6 months ago are now like hens teeth, and so Plan A has evolved into Plan B.

Coming back in the car yesterday after our fruitless search, I made the comment that it wasn’t as if it was like a telephone socket where you could just lift the lip and plug in your connection.
I suddenly heard brain matter whirring noises, mumblings and mutterings, then suddenly those immortal words ‘That would actually work’.

We needed a pound shop.
The pound shop here is useless, and besides, rumour has it that it’s going to close and they are winding down their stock.
So we are off to one of the Major Towns some 15 miles away where we know there are pound shops all over the place, so Hubby is optimistic at getting the bits he wants.

plan aDon’t you just like it when you have A Plan instead of Plan A?

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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7 Responses to Hubby’s Plan B

  1. The Hook says:

    I have a plan: I never make plans.

  2. Good luck with the WIFI! And I just read about Mrs. Mallard – is she still hanging about and eyeing your boat for a nest?

    • She’s still around, but not us. The boat between us and our friends is open, so is the one on our other side which at present isn’t going anywhere as it’s in the process of a refit. The bow end is adjacent to the pontoon though, so she may not opt for that as people will be walking past every day (2 liveaboard owners and us at least). We shall see, and no doubt I shall be posting about her.

      • I look forward to hearing about her! Our ducks are a bit too far away to keep a close eye on. I should really get a bird house or two near the house so I can have a feathered friend (or two) to keep an eye on!

      • Mrs Mallard had 6 babies last year but we believe only one survived. Sadly this isn’t uncommon with families in the marina itself, but out on the river, they stand a better chance. More cover probably.

      • I always wonder about the ducks who seem to be followed by 10 or 15 ducklings. Do all those ducklings belong to one mom? Are they adopted? And it makes me feel sad for your mallard, who can’t even get a few ducklings to adulthood.

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