The sky resumes it's brooding, leaden grey mood, which brings to the summer countryside a soft green luxuriant feeling,which is not remotely unpleasant. Not a languid summer day, but restful in it's own way. The trees are now overflowing into the roads, hiding the signs with their explosion of growth. The country lanes have real magic, and we take them so much for granted.
Equally restful is T's driving, so much improved I can hardly believe it.
L cancelled yesterday,, so after T there is only A, and then an afternoon off.
The afternoon is spent transfering data from my old, believed dead, laptop, onto the new, dying one! There are hundreds of photos on there which soe experts had tried to tell me were lost forever, but I never gave up hope and on the advice of S, I installed a thing called Knoppix, which has enabled me to transfer everything via a memory stick.
My new ipod device arrived today, free courtesy of Barclaycar. I must now remember to cancel the policy it came attached to!
I drag Malcolm up to Prestwood yet again to collect his car. Why can't he just buy the bloody Berlingo and get it off my drive?
Tonight's ruby is an odddly unsatisfying affair. The Bombay duck were lovely, but tiny, and at 90p a time bloody expensive. Time to buy some of my own I think, whence I can get back to the Curry Centre and a free beer every Friday evening. Again Daniel is on the lookout, so the Friday curry bill is now close on £20.
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