Wednesday, 29 September 2010

New computer

Got home yesterday and found that my brand new all singing dancing IBM compatible will be delivered sometime on Friday between 8.00 am and 6.00 pm. I can hardly wait.

 Things I will be able to do include, booting from a usb drive, running virtual machines, trying out 64 bit applications.

Not much else to say other than I'm defragging a drive. Oh, xmarks is closing down in January next year. Pity. That was an interesting service. Unfortunately they couldn't get any money from businesses big  or small. You can read about the reasons here:

end of xmarks

Saturday, 11 September 2010

Birthday went well

Our birthday on the 9th went OK. We don't have the same network of chums here to invite so we can celebrate and pamper and be pampered. We did get cards through the letterbox.

We also took ourselves to Welwyn Garden City - in particular to Thornton's - for a double scoop tub of ice-cream. Very scrummy.

In the evening we got two phone-calls from foreign lands. On from New Zealand and one from the USA. From New Zealand it was Alan and Glenda. From Montana, North America it was our young, former neighbours in New Zealand.

Wednesday, 1 September 2010


Yesterday (Tuesday 31st 2010) we found two unposted letters on a park bench. One had a stamp and the other was stampless. Being a good former girl guide and former boy scout there is never any difficulty in deciding what to do in situations like these. That's right. Rip the enevelopes open and see if there's any money in them!

Naturally we went up to the Post Office and immediately posted the one with the stamp. There was a queue of customers out to the street which Polly insisted on joining to but a stamp for the other. Twenty (20) minutes later she emerged. By that time my sciatic nerve, which has been cruelly nipped since November of last year, was giving me gyp but I managed to smile at our good deed and off we went to trawl the charity shops. I found a book for the wife - she doesn't know about it yet but will next week when it is her birthday and mine. We share the same birthday.

I think it was George Bernard Shaw who threw his letters unstamped out of his window trusting in the charitable nature of passers-by to put the postage on them and send them on to the recipient.