I brought my work outside as it is too glorious an afternoon to be indoors, but mostly because my home looks like it has been serially burgled. I have to go in in a moment and face some of the domestic ungodliness, but first some photos of right here, right now.
I thought I would share this photo of one of the youngest members of the family, here dribbling onto his granny’s iPad and photographed by his mother on my iPad.
The man who sat next to me on the ‘plane wanted to talk. Unlike me, he wasn’t headed for a break. He had left Belfast on a dawn flight and was now on the way home after a day’s work. He was pessimistic about the weather, telling me that although we might have been having a non-summer in England it was nowhere near as bad as in NI. This was hardly welcome as I had left London basking in 30c. You could almost feel the city relaxing its muscles, unbuttoning its top button and kicking off its shoes.
At the airport Cousin and I managed to miss each other. Now if you don’t know Belfast International you might be forgiven for imagining some massive Heathrow complex. It is petite, an intimate size for an airport. We still don’t know how we did it. It would have challenged a choreographer of Frederick Ashton’s skill to make sure we were not in the same space at the same time. I assumed she was delayed. She assumed she had mistaken the day. I wandered out to the front of the airport to get some air. I had just looked up from my ‘phone where I had established I did not have her mobile number when I saw her walking past me.
“Hello,” I said.
We drive back and I reacquainted myself with Westie Boy who was full of beans and has quite forgotten all his Clicker training. I can see I may be busy this week. At the end of the day he was tired and wanted sleep.
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Here’s my boy making himself comfortable on top of the quilt. A rare moment inside. I reckon he’s about the same age now that Cat was when I first came across him. That would have been about a year before he started moving himself into my home. This time last year NotCat was mapping his territory. This year he’s patrolling it. I see him behaving in ways that bring memories of Cat flooding back. I even had to pretend an interest in hunting moths the other night to get close enough to him to pick him up and bring him in. But it’s the admirers he’s collecting, and the way he has started to interact with strangers that is most striking. Continue reading
I don’t use my iPad camera on very much, but I noticed that there was a thermal option. It was fun. I like the way this one looks.
I’m sure there’ll be more.
Something is going wrong, and as similar though different things are going wrong with my iPad and my MacBook when I try to access WordPress, I have my deerstalker metaphorically in place.
Is it Safari that doesn’t like WordPress, or something more sinister going on?
This is what happens: I am using my laptop. I go to my email and see someone has left me a comment. I click to open it. I get a pale mauve screen that tells me Safari can’t connect as the server is too busy. I am advised to wait a few minutes and try again. I do. Same story. I quit Safari. I turn it back on. I go to my page. At this point things usually seem fine. I log in, or rather I try to. Safari can’t connect. The cycle continues. Sometimes I get to my dashboard and even see the comment. Sometimes I get as far as replying and when I click to send my reply, I am locked out again. The same thing happens when I try to open others’ pages or comment on their posts. No problems other than with WordPress. Continue reading
My seasonal cheer has taken a dent.
I am irritated.
I want to get a microsim for my new toy, my ipad. My treat as I didn’t go away for a proper holiday in 2011, and that would have cost more. As I don’t expect to be using it on the hoof a tremendous amount, I first opted for a top up pay-as-you-go option from Vodafone. Only to learn that they never work.
Back to the drawing board, and an option for very low use, £3 pcm rolling thirty day contract, also with Vodafone.
Great. Super. Let’s go for that.
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