You’ll be happy to know that many people are whingeing at Blogger, not only because their commenting arrangements have been arbitrarily changed but also because we have not been notified by email of the very few comments we now receive, since the commenting arrangements have been arbitrarily changed. I found, last time I checked, that the new ‘anyone can put in their URL and register’ thing has belatedly arrived among my options but, as I’ve pointed out, I don’t expect people to register. I can’t really be arsed with any bother – ‘good enough’ satisfies me (in most respects, there are instances where ‘superb’ is the least that will do, but in no way that need concern you) – but if it is not sorted soon I will switch. To what, I don’t know and don’t care, but Blogger is trying my patience.
There was a Chamber of Trade meeting last night, and there is a move afoot to make the town plastic carrier bag free. This will go down well with Al (from whom the report comes) as he has supplied none for several years, unless returned to him by customers. No problem to me either, with my bicycle panniers, which are remarkably roomy.
We have been talking about presents. I have received most of mine already, and since I am deliriously overjoyed with the least thing, I am very easy to buy for in any case. Ro has ordered his with his credit card on my account and Al wants bee-keeping stuff, but as the sale starts in January he is happy to wait. The rest of us have wishlists set up, except the Sage, who is impossible to buy for because he already has everything he wants, as long as I wrap myself in pretty paper and snuggle under the Christmas tree each year. Squiffany is majoring on bird stuff this year and Pugsley on farm stuff – I need a few more animals – so, as usual, I’m not going to fuss. My goddaughter and her bro will get money. Teenagers need and deserve money, bless them.
Ooh, the comment email thing has just come back on again. Silly tossers. Nothing was wrong until they started bluggering about with it.