This time the (theoretical) noise downstairs was our storeroom being busted into (or would have been if I'd chanced to hear it whenever it was that it happened). Fortunately, the only thing in the storeroom comprehensible enough to this larcenous party to be worth making off with was Mum's handtruck, and possibly my father's fax machine which had been quarantined down there because it is Evil anyway (I didn't see it but then I wasn't looking for it too hard either); still, this is a worrying development. Security is not a high enough concern on our landlord's list of priorities.
Just since the previous post, I've started Coming Down With Something. Will attempt to soldier on with the printing and etc regardless, and hoping this won't last long enough to interfere with getting to the LiveJournal MeetUp on Tuesday...
(Scary moment just now when the DSL wouldn't connect: I thought at first that the phone company were yanking our chain about the billing again, but it turned out that the cats had somehow managed to switch the modem off. For creatures who don't even have opposable thumbs they're very ingenious... I'll have to look into nailing the @#!!$ thing to the wall, I guess, there are little apertures on the back for that purpose.)
Just since the previous post, I've started Coming Down With Something. Will attempt to soldier on with the printing and etc regardless, and hoping this won't last long enough to interfere with getting to the LiveJournal MeetUp on Tuesday...
(Scary moment just now when the DSL wouldn't connect: I thought at first that the phone company were yanking our chain about the billing again, but it turned out that the cats had somehow managed to switch the modem off. For creatures who don't even have opposable thumbs they're very ingenious... I'll have to look into nailing the @#!!$ thing to the wall, I guess, there are little apertures on the back for that purpose.)