I don’t really have anything to blog about today but there’s some new technical folderol about my website which I need to try out, to prove to my webmaestra that I’m not a total dummy. I’ve heard enough pitying sighs for one week.
The young sales assistant in the phone shop was very gentle with me. He just did some rapid swipey, clicky thing and the problem was solved, but I know, deep down, that to him my query was in the same league as asking how to hitch my horse to my car.
I watched a concert last night, conducted by Daniel Harding who looks about 18 and, (I learned in an interval interview) is not only an internationally renowned conductor but also a qualified Airbus pilot. Does it ever seem to you that talents get dished out far too randomly? Some people can understand calculus, do a one-and-a-half somersault dive (with tuck) and make really good bread. Others can boast only one talent. Creating the sound of a duck call with their armpit, perhaps.
There may be no post for the next week or two. I’m off to London to, among many other things, ply reviewers and book bloggers with tea and cake and so well and truly launch Dr Dan. Thus far, readers are liking him. Good, because there’s much more to come.
Report from the coalface of domesticity: Rolos in banana cake are a very good idea. Well, I say that, though no-one around here seems to sell Rolos so, reckless improviser that I am, I used Caramel Nibbles instead. Verdict? pauses to wipe drool from keyboard. Yum.