I love Blogsy!
I can’t quite believe it worked. But it did. I’m so happy. And now I can confidently say…
I love my iPad
So… Where was I?
Ah yes… Isaac happily ensconced in a tower block in Leeds. I picked up Julius (very late) from school and we enjoyed a fish and chip supper together at around 9pm. Fell into bed exhausted. Fergus was delivered home on sunday morning by the lovely Will who had taken him out in Oakham the night before with a few left overs that haven’t gone off to Uni yet and the Gappies. (the Gappies are mostly, as far as I can make out, a pleasant bunch of Antipodeans, girls and boys, that spend their gap year working at Oakham school, mostly assisting with sports and drinking I think) He looked slightly dishevelled and worn around the edges but not half as bad as Will. Will was head boy in Isaac’s year and is a young man of good character (despite enjoying getting wasted) so I felt ok about entrusting middle-born into his care and he did indeed deliver him home all in one piece the next day as promised.
The only thing to do with hung over teenagers or those insistent on watching tv and gaming on a lovely sunny Sunday is to take them off for a walk, which is exactly what we did. The three of us and the dogs spent a delightful couple of hours strolling along the canal, hurling sticks for into the water for Bruce, laughing at Otto, sheltering under ancient oaks and bridges when it rained, drying off in the sun when it stopped.
We popped into Waitrose on the way home for Sunday lunch (the ingredients, not the cafe) and it was good even though it ended up being not lunch but supper. Roast chicken, bread sauce, gravy, carrots cooked in orange and cardamon, cabbage stirfried with leeks, garlic and soy sauce and a choccy tart. A really lovely supper and a really lovely day. I think I came home and wrote a poem. Yes… and I think I posted it…
Monday was all about work. Management meetings and routines.
Tuesday was all about melt down. I had a computer disaster. My mac has been going slow for a while so I thought I’d attempt a clean up operation. Yes- I can hear those sharp intakes of breath- I should have spoken to you before I attempted such radical action no doubt. But a recklessness took hold and I decided to sort out my music and photos, both of which I have in large numbers and which I am presuming take up an equally vast amount of memory.
For ease, I shall bullet point my actions and the subsequent consequences:
- Transfer all music onto external hard drive
- OK as most of it was already on there anyway
- Investigate photos
- Discover many duplicates so spend a couple of hours deleting and sorting into folders
- Transfer all photos onto external hard drive
- Check external hard drive and find just shy of 3,000 photos nicely ordered in folders
- Delete all images from computer.
- Re-connect hard drive
- All photos have disappeared
- Look in trash
- Trash now contains 28,000 images including all the icons from photoshop and illustrator and every bloody file that’s ever been sent to me ever. And they’re all mixed up.
- Phone Jacob
- Jacob tells me how to rescue images
- Rescue images- all 28,000 of them
- Start to sort. nightmare of the worst kind… a really boring one…
- Phone the Apple shop in Highcross. Discuss ipads and their suitability for blogging and writing (we’ll come back to this later, and have obviously touched on it earlier)
- Drive into town and part with lots of money but arrive home with a bag full of beautiful goodies. iPad, Cover, wireless keyboard, chargers, keyboard holder…
- Decide Apple are just like BMW. The price includes the four wheels, a chassis and an engine. Everything is an ‘extra’ even though you can’t actually use it without them
- Play with my toy (with Ferg’s help- transfer all my writing to my iPad successfully so at least if computer spontaneously combusts I won’t lose that) and try to forget looming problem of computer now clogged with even more in bred photos.
- Drink wine
London. Meetings, meetings, meetings. Pineapple Dance Studios. I do love going there. Not for the meetings… I could just stand transfixed watching all the dancers in their classes, or whilst they are rehearsing. Such a buzzy place.
Then off to the lovely Walker Books. Much more down to earth- still trying to get our beloved Maisy off the ground. I have faith. I always wish I worked in publishing when we meet there.
And finally to the Hempel Hotel… and my man. The Hempel is our favourite and the staff are simply the best. Nothing is ever too much trouble. We got upgraded to a divine one bedroom apartment. Room 10. It’s gorgeous. Let’s see if I can find a pic. I was so excited I forgot to take any photos myself.
More to follow…