Clare Teal: My Bluetooth ache

I have Googled the problem on several occasions, changed the batteries, cleaned the connecting points to no avail. Finally the other morning I thought I’d remove it as a Bluetooth device and then attach it again (yawn).

What I did in reality was switch off the Bluetooth on my computer, it even asked me if I was sure I wanted to do that. I flippantly said yes and boom it was gone.

In that split second I realised that everything I use to control the computer eg mouse, trackpad and keyboard are all connected via Bluetooth....at least they were until I stupidly turned it off. My only option was to find a mouse with a wire to plug in to turn the stupid Bluetooth back on.

You can buy many things in Glastonbury, wands, any amount of cloaks, masks and crystals, goddess statues, the odd spell and pixie ears, not much use in this instance except maybe the wand and the spells.

There is actually a little computer repair shop nestled amongst the madness, but it was closed on this occasion.

As I drove to the supermarket I recalled an old school friend in the midst of A Level hell accidentally locking her keys inside the car complete with running engine and blaring radio. It was about 11 pm, but I have no right to laugh having locked myself out of numerous houses.

I’m sure I’m not alone, you close the door with the lever lock key in your hand only to glance out the corner of your eye, through the window to see the Yale key doing the Can Can on the kitchen table. If you’re lucky you can stroll round to the neighbour’s house to borrow your spare set of keys, you can attempt to break in through the tiny bathroom window, or find someone strong enough to kick the door down, which when you’re a student is generally cheaper than ringing a locksmith.

Thankfully in this instance a £6 wired mouse saved the day. Maybe I’ll keep it next to the house keys to ward away unnecessary doofuss-ness.