Whatever that means
Bad day what with the weather, the lunchtime spent in the Post Office (and then Waterstones and Paperchase getting presents for the wee lassie – four tomorrow) and then more weather home and weans out at either Tae Kwon Do (his new thing. I reckon it’ll last long enough to have us shell out for the uniform and then it’ll get boring. Just you wait and see) or just out of her wee box watching telly (and anyway, it’s her birthday tomorrow and she’s bound to be blipped, hopefully looking more cheerful than last year or the year before). So, what’s a man to do? Yes, some stuff lying about the house. Three generations of iThings (several generations apart) although I was too lazy to dig out the three other, larger, Macs that are in storage or disconnect either of the Mac Minis that are still in use. Big #fail all round. Sorry. Tomorrow maybe.