My not-so-old computer is due to take early retirement
tomorrow and be replaced by a freshly fledged whipper-snapper loaded with
Windows 7. If the new guy doesn’t zip along flawlessly like Michael Flatley on
an ego trip, I will be more than a little displeased. Since the old machine has
to go in to have the files, settings etc transferred, I can’t say when the next
post will make an appearance.
* * *
When I went to bed last night, I was mindful of the
possibility that bats would be active in the loft. As I turned over to go to
sleep, I heard vague sounds that could have been scratchings or tappings or
something. Oh, no! But then I realised it was only my stomach rumbling. I went
to sleep.
* * *
My vote for the best named album ever would have to go to
Christy Moore’s effort Smoke and Strong
Whiskey.
* * *
I would like to know somebody called Aisling before I die,
but it would have to be a woman.
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