I’ve been asking WordPress since 4 pm BST this afternoon to tell me (see previous post), but so far without success, why my post body copy in edit starts 8 miles down the page. But then, it has been, as they say, a funny old day.

At 07.30 I was happily writing about RBS criminality when the newly-installed washing machine decided the kitchen floor was far too dirty, and proceeded to flood it. I do now have a much cleaner kitchen, but unfortunately also the unenviable task of talking to Auchun after-sales alongside the remaining mountain of unwashed clothes.

Then I spent two hours trying to get rid of Bueno Search, another of those South Side Chicago style gangster ISPs that tries to invade one’s laptop, after it appeared following an update this morning. Given the update was from a so-called respectable internet company hah-hah, I am forced to conclude that collusion must be involved somewhere down the line of enquiry. Bueno changed its identity six times and almost managed to cling on to my pc as if it might be The Alien reborn, but some free malware finally zapped it. (The pre-installed Acer version, needless to say, failed….as did the Google version last week when I was phished).

Having got this little cross between a gremlin and a barnacle out of the way, I posted about Espirito Sancto Bank, and was heading for three in a row with the Deutsche Bank US trial story when technology intervened again – in the shape of my router/Orange connection.This bizarre copulation is one of those Soyuz meets Silicone Valley jobs so beloved of the French. But just when it seemed like I might be able to report upon DB’s serial mendacity, the text copy panel at WordPress went dead.

So now here we are at 22.05 Frogtime, and I’m embarking on an End of the Day piece approximately 3.5 hours behind schedule. The unique selling point of technology in 2014 is that it works faster, and yet somehow renders everything late.

“All contemporary technology is just a load of old shite,” a Yorkshire-born and highly accomplished electrician told me a fortnight ago, “in a world where people knew how to complain, it simply wouldn’t be tolerated”. Even as a Lancastrian, I was forced to agree.

In between all this crap, however, I was able to get outside (it’s been a beautiful day here) in order to repair gravel steps, cut grass, create a new seedlings bed, advance the Ash-hedging project, and dump yet more wood chippings onto the invasion of the couch grass. The overall garden plan remains the same: to create interesting areas that require as little upkeep as possible. When I look at progress on this project in the light of the Neoliberal Mercantile Globalist Perfection Scheme, I am forced to include that I remain well ahead of the game.

But tomorrow is another day that may well see one slithering down yet another snake.

Earlier at The Slog: The Unholy mess that is Espirito Santo Bank