Java makes life difficult

Just when I was ready to get back to blogging my sign in is blocked because all my Java privacy settings have changed. Did I do this???? I rather think not! so what little electronic gremlins have been active behind my back, or even behind my screen in the last couple of weeks.
Java notwithstanding, life just doesn't seem to get any simpler. This is of course not helped by giving my keyboard a bath in red wine the other week which has disabled half the keys. I am currently using a recycled one with "power" and "wake" keys where I am used to seeing "delete" and other friendly commands. The backspace button (which I use a lot for subliminal corrections) is also far smaller than usual and in the wrong place. To make things even more annoying, "power, sleep and wake" have absolutely no effect at all when I press them. All the F keys have pretty pictures on them which makes life even more confusing when I had got used to F5 and F8 doing things that I wanted. Come to think of it F8 was a stop on my old 35mm camera but in this digital age no doubt I have few readers who know what I am talking about. Not only did I know where I was with F8 and F11 and on really sunny days F16, on this particular camera they were also all in Russian.
Body Builder continues in hospital and shows no immediate signs of coming home. One consolation is that I get to drive his care once a week to keep the battery charged up. Big throaty exhaust and a sub in the boot if you know what I mean. It likes Pink Floyd best with a meaty base line, particularly Dark Side of the Moon. Classic FM sounds very odd but I understand I have to change the balance to improve that and I would't dare fiddle with any of those controls. It was difficult enough getting Radio 4 (John Humphreys comes over quite well) and Classic FM on the pre-sets.
Nature notes include the first swallows returning to the Chase but since the barn where they nested has been demolished I am not sure how they will fare from now on. Also whitethroats and chiff-chaff this morning together with the heron having a crafty breakfast in the angling club's lake - I wonder if he has paid his subs!
Flurry of birthdays this month including mine, we are all getting older. As one said to me this morning "we are both older but I don't know that we are any wiser" which she followed up gleefully with comments that neither of us are as old as her husband. Don't know what she means at all.
No real news what with tribunals and hospital visits. I have a patio full of bedding plants waiting for time and the rain to stop. The tree peony is full of yellow blooms just waiting to break. It is also currently full of the bird table which it has overgrown but the birds don't seem to mind. We have two bird tables, both with apex rooves, one fixed to a pole (and disappearing into the tree peony) and the other hanging. The pigeon squeezes into the fixed one and eats his fill, usually watched by a collared dove that sits on the roof but can't work out how to get in. Then the pigeon moves to the hanging table. When he lands on the side it promptly tips up and he falls off. Since all the seed falls with him he seems perfectly happy to peck it up out of the grass