A near normal service will be resumed........

Well, I can't say when I'll get this page looking back to something near normal.  This is a temporary look.  You know how a great idea pops into your head when you're really really busy and cannot be distracted from the task in hand, and the task after that and the one after that?  And then you make time for a tea break and decide that the great idea will only take the time it takes for the tea to cool to a drinkable temperature, so you really have got time after all.  Yep...the new blog background was that ten minute job.  It only took five minutes to cruise a coupla websites, choose one and do all the save and delete stuff.  Before I discovered that no matter what I did (in my stumbling, learning, technically deficient way) that I couldn't actually make my computer do what was required.  And guess what difficult a task that was..yep - copy and paste some html code.  No matter what I did, the 'copy' option simply would not appear under the mouse clicker.  So whilst I work out my next move, me and the blog are in our dressing gowns, pondering.  But it's all good - it still works!  

there's a subliminal hidden message here...

It's already been a week since I tested the patience of those I love too.  I was running my week with a day in hand apparently, when I suggested to Jan that she and her super important G should stop with us for some supper rather than a quick drink.  She readily agreed and the plan was set.  This was all conducted by text messages, on Thursday.  And my invitation said 'tomorrow'.  Secure in the knowledge that it was already Friday.  So you can imagine my surprise when I watched them pull up outside my kitchen window at about 7pm last Friday evening!  I was midst chopping up veggies to throw in a cheap and very unstylish stir fry for me and Mr Dunnit. Mr Dunnit, oblivious to all this, was in the shower, enjoying some down time.  Supper would not stretch to four.  The dining table was covered in paperwork.  The lounge looked like a jumble sale.  And it was the wrong day.  Do I try to cover my confusion and act the gracious hostess?  No.  Can't possibly do that.  I realised my mistake in the time it took them to park.  And as is my way - of tact discretion and understanding, I met them outside and confessed immediately.  Oh laugh! They are such good friends.  They laughed with me and at me and then took us out for a lovely supper.  It can be no coincidence can it, that LLJ was brandishing this 'gift' as she got out of her car that evening.

You prolly have to be British and of a certain age I'm afraid.. this catch phrase is still in daily use in these parts.  If you want to know more, perhaps you should put the name 'Dick Emery' into your search engine.  Probably, only relevant to the time. But this phrase, well, it lives on!

Sharing with Annie today, a Friday smile is no bad thing, huh.

Have a lovely weekend.