In the spirit of this day, induced by all the evocative food smells and general glee and all the glittering laughter of little children around our compound, I am forced to confess that I spared myself having to go to the work's year end function by blatantly lying.
Well, I'm feeling a bit sulky because my buff custom-built computer popped a pizzle some days ago. I've been avoiding the inevitable autopsy/resurrection. That's why I've been offline, so to speak.
Instead I spent my precious home time in the garden, digging out the outdoor living area as seen on the photo. We also relocated the Buddha statue to a serene nasturtium pot outside. Maybe Lizz will stop inundating the peaceful likeness with her über-pugent urine now.
When that was done I seeked refuge in mindless online twitter.
Today I ran out of excuses to fix the silicone mess. I relieved the computer innards of a half a kilo of assorted colours of superfine dust and a grand variety of feline, canine and human hair as well as canary and budgerigar feathers and discarded seeds. Even so I am unable to figure out what's going on.
A sad fact is that if I had 1 kilometer for every time I've lost precious photos and important data from a malfunctioning 'puter, I'd be able to colonise the moon.
Thankfully my grand phone is still just as good at posting.
Donations for a new rig will be accepted with both greedy hands open.
Sent from my Sony Xperia™ Z Ultra smartphone