It never ceases to amaze me how computers have a mind of their own. For the last fortnight I have been able to get on some blogs and not on others. And never once have I been able to get on to my own blog to leave a post in the usual way. Until that is five minutes ago when on pressing the usual button up it all came as though it had never been away. Still, 'ours not to reason why' I suppose'.
The day here has deteriorated - sunny this morning but a strong wind blowing. I walked to the end of the road and back with Priscilla and called at the Postbox. When the post came five minutes later there were two letters which needed answering so it is back to the drawing board - letters typed, printed off (if you saw my handwriting now that my tremor is really bad you wouldn' t ask), stamped and back round by the post box again. My lunch of a salmon steak with fresh vegetables followed and then a kit kat with my coffee. After a snooze of half an hour I came to put on my blog and read yours, dear blog friends. I have to say poor old Boris gets some stick from you all today - deservedly so of course. Politics is a dirty business.
I can't believe he will survive much longer - he might even have gone by now it is a couple of hours since I viewed the small screen. But I shall soon be putting it on to see how the tennis has fared so that is soon enough. The sky is now the same dark grey dismal colour all over. Will it rain? I do hope so otherwise I shall have to water later. I wish you could see my pots along the front of my garden under the windows. They are worth the trouble watering.
If you are reading this Debs thank you for your snail mail this morning = I have enjoyed reading you and will reply shortly. All ofyou who communicate either by snail or computer have my sincere thanks - your missives give me pleasure every single day.
I'll be back tomorrow. Or see you later as they say around here.