This is the fifth day of my blogging marathon, she says, smiling through gritted teeth... and I am popping up again on blogrols and blog readers like a mole hill on a manicured lawn, but let's cheer ourselves with the knowledge that this bizarre experiment will be over on Tuesday. I'm surprised I've got this far. I know what I'm posting on Tuesday [kind of] and today was simply going to be a picture of the freshly decorated Christmas tree in my living room... but since this doesn't exist yet, I can't show you. Maybe I will do the tree today. My tree is a fake one. It came from Woolworths in 1992, so it has seen better days, but by the time I've covered it in tinsel and baubles it barely shows that it's bare. Every year, since 2005, I get it out of its shabby old box and think I really should throw it away, but to be honest I'm a little bit sentimental about it now. Maybe I will have pics tomorrow.
Meanwhile, I have already had a trauma this morning and have already turned the air a scarlet shade of blue. My pc reminds me of the first black and white television my parents owned, which had to be turned on at least half an hour in advance of any programme we wanted to watch; as a child I recall staring at a horizontal black line going down a snowy screen, over and over, before a picture would appear. So frustrating when waiting for the Woodentops.
It takes twenty minutes for my pc to warm up, if I rush it then it goes a bit crazy - security icons flash, warning of great peril, inferring that I'm not protected and that world's going to end, or some such... so I start repeatedly clicking on things and swearing... and we all know that repeated clicking is never going to help in a computer related incident...weird windows pop up... the timer thingy whirls around and around... this morning I had to log off and start again.
Anyhow, I'd better get on... sort this tree business out etc...