Sitting once more at 3.00 am (when all good folk should be abed) wondering why, flu-ridden, sweating, pale-faced and bleary eyed (not a pretty sight), why oh why does the siren-call of the computer lure me
as no other tempter, human or inanimate can do?
Lacking even the germ (pun intended) of a theme for this blog, yet still with shaky hands drawn to the keys
I have no choice but to succumb.
Reflecting on my friends' children all tweeting, texting and keyboard bashing apparently from birth, I feel
like the dinosaur - incompetent, hesitant, nervous, that I am. A willing enthusiastic dinosaur but still a
My rather more competent youngest brother keeps advising me to experiment, Google this or that, press
keys, see what happens, but I am in mortal fear of losing the small amount of control I have acquired and
never being able to retrieve my golden prose as it disappears into the ether.
How much of that is conceit and how much sheer cowardice I don't know and am unwilling to discover.
Can't help wondering if future generations will be born with extra fingers as we, and technology evolve.
Perhaps speech will disappear altogether and frantically flying fingers be the only means of communication.
Just paused for my usual early morning look out of the window, Wish I hadn't, Yet more snow seems to
have fallen. No chance for what is already there to vanish before the next lot lands. Oh the joys of a British Winter!
Haven't left the house since last Saturday - Wednesday now - flu and weather, what a wonderful combination. At least it puts me in my place, did I really think all the choir-practice, Christmas-lunch
meetings, other plans were going to be allowed to happen. The best laid plans of mice and men........
Heaven only knows what kind of Christmas this will be if the freeze continues. I have been around long
enough to have seen it all before but that doesn't make me any more prepared than the next helpless
Time to replace my sweat-soaked nightie with yet another clean dry one, hardly worth bothering as that
one will be just as bad in an hour. Too much information? Sorry my wits are wandering. More anon!