Well, howdy-doody and a Happy New Year to one and all!I am looking forward to a year of better fortune and a calmer time. Do you think that that's too much to ask, mes bloggy chooms?! Other than that, I have made no New Year's resolutions. No.
However, I pledge not to start the first post of the year with doom and gloom. Cross my heart and hope to die!
Why ever did we use to say that as children? It sounds very odd now.
I hope your Christmases were full of nice memories and New Year celebrations brought a peaceful time spent with less dysfunctional families and/or friends...
This Christmas in the Crawfy household we have been mainly administering to the sick. Cups of sweet black tea, crispy crumpets, that kind of thing. 'Nuff said, soonest mended, methinks...
Meanwhile in other news: In an alcohol induced haze at New Year I tipped part of a glass of gin and lemon onto my laptop ensuring its hard drive could no longer co-exist on the same planet as Fhina.
Snap, crackle, pop went the sound, dear readers. My New Year's fizz was nothing in comparison to the sound my dearly departed laptop made when I attempted to switch it on next day. Oops!
Harken to my recommendations, my dahlinks. Here's a good tip - Do not use your laptop for or as any of the following:
A tea-tray from whence to eat your boiled egg and toast soldiers of a morning;
A coaster for a brimming seasonal glass of gin;
An erstwhile pillow for a power-nap;
Ballast;
Storing really important and sensitive information that you need for your Counselling course, such as a Clinical Log!
Tip #2: Back up all your data to a reliable source.
So, what I really mean to say is that if you don't hear from me for a while, it's because Grizz has scarpered back to Uni taking his laptop, which I am currently using and which has a default setting for a font-size that only faerie folk could read!
I don't presently have the funds for a new lap-top. *Sniffs*
Think of me while I am missing you terribly, awfully, frightfully.
...Bloody loads, in fact!
Meanwhile, for me, some eye-candy!
And breathe... And listen to my fantasy paramour, Mr John Smith with This Killer Wave - Just like the one that swallowed my laptop!
