Monthly Archives: April 2016

Great Minds……

So there I am puzzling about the next subject to write about and as it seemed to be a logical progression after writing about our new kitchen, I thought I’d post a recipe. Everyone has a signature recipe. Mine is Toad in the Hole. I make a mean Toad in the Hole apparently or did my kids call it “sick”?

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So, using the new MacBook Air PIL and the kids got me for my birthday, I wrote the recipe and how to make Toad in the Hole. All I had to do was put the photos in and Bobs your uncle but due to time restrictions and being knackered I decided to wait until the following day to finish off. Just as well I did, cos the next day one of the brilliant bloggers I follow (and I don’t follow that many) did something they had never to my knowledge done before. They posted a recipe! Oh Bugger! Never mind, it can wait. I can post it sometime in the future. So I decided to write something on a subject that I found fascinating. About half way through and because it was late, I paused and decided to continue the following day. The following day duly arrived (unlike tomorrow, which never does) and my new bloody laptop wouldn’t let me in! Bastard. I then reenacted the washing machine scene from Uncle Buck with an awful lot of profanity, cursing and shouting but to no avail.┬áThe bastard thing just wasn’t going to let me in unless I gave it the correct password. Now my password is something that no one would ever guess in a million years unless you were PIL or my kids but it is incredibly easy for a berk like me to remember. Try as I might the bloody stubborn bastard Apple Are Shits product was having none of it. So I gave up. I decided to let the thing fester for a week or so. Weeks passed (it might have been days as I’m prone to exaggeration) and eventually I tried again. I tried a different password just in case. Nope. It was having none of it. So I gave up again. PIL said she’d take it back if I didn’t get it sorted. Then Greg said to me,

“Dad. Did you start your password with a capital letter?”

Doh! For the first time ever, I’d used a capital letter at the start of my password. I was in! But I couldn’t be arsed to finish it that night and decided to wait until the following day. The following day duly arrived and after my coffee and donut breakfast, I opened my emails to discover that the very same person who had beat me to the draw on writing a recipe had started her A-Z challenge and was writing about the exact same subject I was about to finish writing a post on. Cockney Rhyming Slang!

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So to pass the time of day I started my Zuckerbook Facetube thing. Lily became my first friend. After about a week, I’ve decided to knock it on the head because it is such a pile of crap. I put down my likes and from that moment onwards I was inundated with every single possible thing to do with my likes. By the time I had looked at one, eight more had appeared. It’s awful. Trying to find comments was proving impossible amongst all the dross. I felt my personal space was being constantly invaded. I got paranoid. Some bastard somewhere had written an algorithm that was prying into my world and I didn’t like it one bit so that Facesucker bloke can go whistle.

Have a great day.

More Dick soon.

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