Regular readers of this rubbish will recall that I am a very keen birdwatcher and have spent a lifetime studying long-legged creatures of that type. But not unfortunately birds of this type. In the past I have had plenty of lectures on birdwatching, mainly from Nerina, and perhaps I ought to have paid more attention when she was lecturing me. So if you have an idea of what it might be, please click on the button down on the bottom right of the screen and send me a message.
Today started off somewhat surprisingly. Plenty of minerals and vitamins in them, including selenium, of which I may have a deficiency. When the dough was ready for proofing, I went off and had a listen to the dictaphone. I was driving a bus around last night β a coach, and Lindi Duplessis and her friend Danielle were on board and quite a few other people. I was still on the coach but one or two other people who belonged to us, we could see on the radio that one or two people were wandering around trying to find the right channel to be on to speak to us.
We tried to patch them through into our channel so at least they could talk and tell us who they were, and if they were our missing passengers we could direct them back to the coach.
Later on there had been a bottle of gin left behind in a taxi. A girl who had travelled in the taxi, something like a girl who stayed with me for a while in Belgium, had left something behind. It guided me all the way up to her house, a big posh house but with subsidence it was leaning over. I took my things and went round. I was standing by the gate wandering where I went now and suddenly a voice said something to me.
I looked and she was down there cutting the hedge. I gave it to her and we were talking about this bottle of gin. That involved stripping down the old laptop, taking out the old hard drive and putting in the new one.
