One of the more useful decisions I made in the last few weeks was to buy a phone contract with Internet use. Because I seem to have broken our home internet connection. Ro is coming home on Wednesday evening to put it right (I say with confident trust) but until then, this is all I have and it is, of course, the week I have to get back to work. I’ve spent half the day painstakingly tapping out emails and the rest typing and my eyes have gone a bit funny.
Al and Dilly aren’t so lucky, unfortunately and none of them has Internet at all. I feel very abashed.
I’m afraid I won’t be visiting many blogs until things get put right.
I’ve been meekly taking Good Advice from my daughter again. Zerlina is quite strong-willed already, I’m already forseeing some clashes of personality in six or seven years’ time, or whenever girls turn into teenagers nowadays. Weeza is, of course, right and I have capitulated meekly. If she didn’t love me she wouldn’t care. I have warned the Sage that the house is going to be thoroughly done over on Thursday as complete decluttering is her way of doing housework and, with enormous kindness, she and Dilly don’t want me to be worrying about it while I’m laid up. Bless, as they say. My sister has similar thoughts. It’s only too evident that other people are far more concerned about my housework than I am.