My blog is sulking because I have been neglecting it, so now that I want to upload heart-melting photos of darling Cairo, my sister’s new puppy, it won’t let me. I need to call in the geeks.
Geeks 1: Blog nil
Diverse excitement this week: my cousin found the long lost photo of my grandparent’s wedding, in which Old Harry looks the image of my brother Tim and son Felix – bar the moustache (actually Tim has the moustache, it came down the male line). ((call in the geeks again: apparently the photo exceeds the size hissy-fit blog can cope with.))
Geeks 1: Blog 1
Referee’s adjustment: Geeks 2: Blog nil – ha! Grandma got lost in the cut though.
I have done nothing but work this week, fortified by a lash-up computer screen in front of me so I can watch BBC World News, Al-Jazeera and ahem, old episodes of Brothers & Sisters – plus Rachel Maddow of course. Usually I like to think and sing while I sew, but lately I have been boring myself. I haven’t read, I have barely cooked, I haven’t deviated from my uniform of black trousers, black v-necked sweater, get the picture?
When I was young I looked good but didn’t feel I accomplished much. Now I am older with the relative cloak of invisibility that confers, but I feel I can move mountains, and do. Is it a straight swap?
Tomorrow is the vernal equinox, the tides are perfectly balanced and very big, it is a full moon at perigee so what will all that bring us? A marvellous dramatic thunderstorm this evening, so compelling I sat outside under the eaves to enjoy it, as good as a night at the opera. Front row seat.