成人快手

Well, we';ve had a few flakes, but it is so windy they aren't going to stay still, in fact, I think we are just recycling the same few flakes. But it is VERY cold on the fingers, so the greenhouse, which sheds panes of glass every time the wind blows, is just going to have to stay draughty for another day or two. If we put many more sheets of plywood in instead of glass I'll have to start calling it a shed anyway. I'm not brave enough to risk unaccompanied panes of glass on the ferry so they will have to wait until we go south for our spring fix.

It's two years since we got broadband. I remember IB was just beginning to get annoying because there were more pictures on the blogs and it was getting very slow. Then last night the d**n machine wouldn't connect at all. I was starting to get cross; I need my daily fix in the winter. How can one become so dependent on something so quickly? We tried the Royal Navy solution (sorry mjc, it is an ad on TV) and unplugged the router, plugged it back in and bingo, a working internet again. And somehow I didn't need it anymore. Later this year will be the tenth anniversary of us buying our first computer, and drastically rearranging the living room to fit it in.
Once upon a time I studied computing, but then it was all about writing programs in Algol. I preferred to use the computer as a tool and moved sideways into statistics, and learnt far more of the Greek alphabet than is useful for crosswords. I often wonder how many computer students are responsible for modern computers, rather than the electronics and physics students. At least the designers had a hand in the process.





That monitor definitely hasn't stood the test of time as well as I have. But if computers are so clever now, how come I still have to go out to work, instead of work coming to me. I just don't understand the 'work at home' revolution. What exactly can one do at home that is work?