Good morning Mick and everyone from chilly, dull Carlisle where it is -1°C. The thin layer of snow we had yesterday had melted by dusk but, in view of the temperature, I suspect the wet-looking road and pavements are icy. I'm not planning to go out and check.
I stayed in yesterday too, in the end I didn't fancy a paper enough to go out in the falling snow and get one. Instead, I whipped through a little overdue housework then settled down to the tedious business of setting up the new hifi. To my amazement, it's working! But working it is complicated, it does so much, being connected to the internet. So far, I have mastered playing CD's. In this, it is brilliant, never has Widor's Toccata sounded so good...More learning today and some rearrangement of my furniture has become necessary plus I will take the opportunity of finishing cataloguing the CD's, there are a lot.
I'm also in the middle of sorting out and doing a part cull of my large postcard collection. I found a touching one from my dear father, addressed to my sister and myself, written in the fifties when he was en route to Hong Kong on a troopship. The only example I have of him writing anything, all that was usually left to my Mum.
Greetings, Bonnybanko, I was wondering who you might have been! Best wishes for a swift recovery, sounds painful.
And best wishes to the Corners, not trying to be punny when I say I hope your health turns a corner soon!
And wishing all a good Sunday.