Customising

This morning’s chiropractic session with Eloise focussed strenuously on reducing the most painful area on my neck. This resulted in not needing a further session for another four weeks.

Afterwards I was rather tired and read more of Vanity Fair, until we enjoyed the family’s report on an engrossing visit to the New Forest Wildlife Centre where Ellie threw herself into playing with some of her contemporaries.

Later I decided to print this picture in various sizes- three each 7” x 5″ for the mothers; one A3 (297 x 420 mm); and finally a bigger one still.

My Epson SureColor P600 printer can be set for sizes up to A3+ (329 x 483 mm or 13″ x 19″) which I was able to produce with my previous Apple iMac that offered this choice in its control panel. I therefore had a box of that size papers which I haven’t been able to use. Becky spent some time customising the computer so that it now offers the larger size, making a great deal of difference.

This evening we all dined on Jackie’s lemon chicken with colourful savoury rice, chopped by Flo. The Culinary Queen and Ian both drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Carménère.

Rather More Than I Did

This morning a made some headway in loading inks for the Epson SureColor P600 printer

These are the instructions;

here is the box of the nine inks and the slots for positioning them;

this is the row of inserted inks.

 

When setting up yesterday I was asked to select my language, namely English. I did. Everything in the lit up information panel is now in another tongue. While the automatic 10 minute process was continuing, it didn’t matter that I couldn’t understand this. When I got to loading the paper I needed to follow instructions I couldn’t read.

I then tried to download the software. This was meant to be done by Wi Fi. This required the identity of my router and its password key. I entered those. I was then told the printer could not be found. There was an option to download with a USB. None was supplied.

Fortunately at this point I had to give up to receive Margery and Paul who visited for coffee. After this pleasant interlude, I enjoyed my lunch and watched the recorded World Cup rugby match between Scotland and Russia.

Jackie, in the meantime, had been happily planting with the usual interference from Nugget.

He eyes up every hole Jackie digs,

and pounces on it,

sometimes using the trowel as a springboard. This procedure usually means that Jackie sits with a plant in her hand for a good ten minutes until her little hindrance has stepped aside.

Now “Where’s Nugget?” (34).

Later this afternoon I had another attempt at downloading the printer software. It is no good. I need help.

After a heavy shower I walked around the garden to cool myself down and cheer myself up.

Raindrops were in evidence,

and the various beds sparkled – rather more than I did.

This evening we dined on Mr Pink’s fish and chips and Garner’s pickled onions with which Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank Casilllero del Diablo reserva Malbec 2018.