Good morning all from a chilly Glasgow, where its only 3 °C.
DH has been up blundering pottering about since the crack of dawn, so of course he woke me up!
He is installing a new disc station, at eye watering expense and it has been transferring all the data from the old one since yesterday.
Eventually DS2 had to take over DH's PC remotely as the installation had become extremely complicated. I find all that fascinating. (Geek alert ?) I think he has been worrying about it. He doesn't seem to be able to cope with things like that these days and won't accept any advice from me.
We have every family photo from time immemorial scanned into it and our children can also access from their devices.
Normally DS2 would have visited to deal with it, but we are in Level 4 in two different areas, so that's not possible.
I did look in earlier , but there was no sign of Mick.
I'm glad to hear you are feeling well enough to go on the bus and get your hair cut, Mick. Our hairdressers have been closed and of course when they open tomorrow, it will be difficult for me to go safely.
I will be forced to ask DD to cut it, as my fringe is driving me mad!
Desperate measures indeed!
GM pleased to see Iris is improving and a bit brighter. She has such a long journey ahead.
In my expedition deep into the man cave cupboard yesterday, I discovered a host of items. There were six boxes of forgotten Christmas crackers ( why?) and at least six pairs of DH's old trousers, which when asked, he said he was saving them for decorating! How many legs does he have!!!
What I also found was my Santa Claus outfit, which I had when I was teaching. Every Christmas, I organised the staff Christmas lunch and Secret Santa. I had a number of alter egos. I've been Dolly Parton with fake boobs from the £ shop, Dame Edna Everage and one year, our boss, complete with bald head and distinctive mannerisms and sayings, but always dressed in a Santa suit. My boss loved the impersonation.
I also had a variety of very cheap and highly inflammable wigs, and a cushion to stuff up my Santa suit. The wigs were not at all flattering, I looked positively disreputable.
One year, I was spotted by a Primary One child, as I was sneaking along a corridor. ? His reaction was indeed magical! All I could hear was the over excited child shouting that Santa was in the school. ?
As you can imagine, it was a riot. There was always a twist to the procedings. I would add extra presents to the dip, which had a meaning for some staff, usually related to some misdemeanour they thought they had gotten away with. New staff used to sit stunned, as the lunch progressed. They didn't call me Scary Santa for no reason. ?
On one occasion, we had got a new, purpose built ICT suite, my pride and joy, complete with an all singing, all dancing interactive whiteboard. I came back to my room to find someone had used a permanent marker on it instead of the interactive pen.
Eventually I found out that it had been my friend who had done it, she thought I didn't know. When she opened her gift, she found a brillo pad, Cif spray, a cloth and a permanent marker! Her face was indeed a sight to behold. ? I knew!!!
Anyway, I have rambled enough. Lots to catch up on today. Not too good a day healthwise yesterday, so fingers crossed for a better day. The bad days seem to be outweighing the good at the moment.?
I will probably have missed lots of posts, while writing this, so I will pop back later.
Take care everyone and sending my very best wishes to all who are struggling with life at the moment. There are so many of us on GN.