I’ve never got around to typing up my entire address list so that – er, can’t mention it when it’s more than six months ahead, but *you know what* card addresses can be printed out. Sensible, can’t be argued with, but it does seem a bit impersonal. On the other hand, when I get around to it, I do print out address labels for postcards before I go on holiday.
I was struck today by Lyle‘s remark that it’s not surprising that a laptop bought in September 2009 had just about had it. I looked up the age of the Sage’s (on here, you might expect it because it’s better than any other records I’ve ever kept) and it was bought only two months later, yet I think of it as nearly new. My present Mac is a year and a half older than that. Again, I don’t think of that as very old. But that’s probably because I am and I’ve always been used to having things that last.
Today, it was too hot to do all the heavy lifting that we’d planned, so I planted up/out everything that I’ve been raising in pots. Much more satisfying than cutting things down and I was quite happy. We also turned out the porch again. Each time, I explain to the Sage that it’s to be kept clear apart from one designated area for my bike, wellies, regularly used bits of kit such as bike pump, metal detector, battery charger – and each time he starts dumping stuff. Some of it is, literally, rubbish and has gone straight in the bin or on the bonfire. I’m afraid that he’s getting worse, and he was pretty bad to start with. However, it’s clear again now, I sat in there and listened to BBC iPlayer this afternoon, Ben between me and the Sage on the bench, playing On Your Farm, broadcast at larkfart this morning, because Jonathan and Dulcie were being interviewed about their new cheesemaking enterprise. And then I came in and made a nice little plateful of cheese-topped oatcake, cucumber, pepper and olives to nibble along with my gin and tonic, because I hadn’t eaten much all day and was going to have a sudden energy dip before dinner if I didn’t watch out. As it was, I relaxed and read the paper for a bit before going to start cooking.
Which is why I had to write all those letters so late this evening. I’m off early tomorrow, soon after 6 o’clock, because I’m going to London for the day.