Today I decided to spring into action, buy another domain name and start a website devoted to my personal training business. After all, how hard could it be? Being a crazily non-computer literate person didn’t stop me from creating and maintaining this site, so a second one would surely (surely?) be a breeze.

Murphy’s Law quickly set me straight on my theory, making sure I was the only person signed onto the hosting company’s new server, which hasn’t got the license for the software needed to start up the site. But of course, I didn’t realise that. So after trying to upload FTP clients, wondering why I didn’t have to do that before, and still not understanding a damn thing about public.html, index.html, or index.php, I finally rang and discovered the problem was a missing Fantastico icon. That’s right, Leis, I forgot the number one rule - when you have Fantastico, you don’t need a stupid FTP!

So anyway, I can’t do anything with my site for another day. But I’ve discovered there’s a type of headache you will only suffer from when working with computers - or possibly printers. But as I said to the lovely man from the support hotline, “at least it isn’t my stupidity causing this problem”. He didn’t laugh, so I chuckled nervously at my own wit.

On other matters, today during spinning we worked on aerobic endurance. Consequently, I’m totally trashed - but it was great. Miss M goes back to school tomorrow, officially in middle school as a giant grade three. Last night she told me her new haircut makes her look like a lollypop, and wasn’t impressed when I reminded her she quite likes lollypops. Pilchen slept on my bed last night and woke me at 3.30am by playing with wooden venetian blinds, so I (lovingly) threw some clothing at her, but she thought I wanted to join in the game, so frolicked around the room for a while. She’ll be sharing Mr Dog’s kennel tonight …

Today I’m loving: jamon, the ham, rather than “jamon jamon” the movie, which I found a little tryhard