To the clients who rummaged around in this phone while I was out of the room for half an hour, and as a result may even have my blog address: what a way to repay my extra efforts on your behalf! Will you at least man up and tell me what data you got?
Yesterday afternoon it was Piccadilly circus in the back yard. The neighbour across the road brought her hound over to say goodbye; and the guy next door came over to dig out a couple of shared fence posts that are falling over. I didn't help him - I do his computer stuff sometimes, it all balances out.
Fortunately the triple strength blissage is kicking in, in plenty of time before the big sleep on Wednesday. On my days off, as long as I remember to start drinking at lunch time, I can now look at her and think "it's unfortunate but there you go".
The mother outlaw, a real trooper, is having her 5th operation on Wednesday, and if that doesn't work they'll put her out to grass. My brother lives in Switzerland, so maybe when my time comes I can use one of their checkout clinics.
- iPhone post