Getting all "webby" again. Never knew HTML was such fun. You just open Notepad at the right of your screen, and Explorer at the left. Then you can tinker away with the HTML in notepad, and instantly see every change in Explorer. So far I've played with colours, fonts and paragraphs. It's the new literacy. Soon I'll be able to do wonders with this rather boring blog page. You just wait and see.
No return of the birds in the attic. Willpower. JR hasn't replied to my letter. Maybe he's pissed off at me for mentioning a bad review.
Getting this wild notion that if I only worked Friday, Saturday and Sunday, then I could be free on Monday to Thursday. Worth thinking about? Hmmmm....
Went to Edinburgh with Stuart yesterday - the second time in less than a week. This getting out and about is a treat. I learned that you can buy a DaySaver bus ticket for just £1.50 and then get on as many buses as you like. We went to the National Museum of Scotland, and stroked ancient altars for the hermetic energy. Wrote to Jon Ronson
to console him over a particularly vicious review of his new book, Them: Adventures with Extremists.
Recently I've bought the book just mentioned, an HTML book, new ink for my printer and a cream coloured top with hood and zip. It was just £15 in Great Junction Street, Scotland's fashion capital. Got quite pissed with Stu and Rex, both of whom behaved.
Buying things is good fun. Wish I could do it more.
Oh dear. Something interesting has happened already. Or, rather, appalling. A creature, sounding large, is running all over my kitchen ceiling. There are three possibilities... bird, mouse, or even RAT!! It's a nightmare. Surely it must be a bird - a rodent would be naturally quiet, to say nothing of nocturnal, mostly. (For those new to magnificat, one lives in a hovel - uncleaned and uncared for - with various food containers scattered over the floor.) However, there is no food, ABSOLUTELY NONE, above my kitchen ceiling.
I do vaguely remember scampering feet in the past, with no ill-effects. Yep, it's a bird. Definitely. We live in the top floor of a block of flats you see, under the roof. Plus it's springtime, when nesting takes place on a massive scale. Except in my heart.
Oh dear, as I say. Who would have thought my blog would take off so quickly?
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