Yesterday, I managed to fall asleep at my keyboard while actually writing an article. My god, if my writing has that effect on me what does it do to the poor reader? When I awoke, Alex was lying at my feet.
Today, been trying to avoid reading spoilers to the final Dr Who episode, but I just can’t help myself. The Sun newspaper had a picture of the Emperor Dalek. It looks suitably big and scary. I can’t wait for Saturday night.
In the post: a box of 100 blank printable CD-Rs for the production of more Sows’ Ears. We sold out again last week and I need to get some more together. Very popular. Don’t think I am making any money from this: the postage to America wipes out any profit and I am just about breaking even.
The saga of my broken SanDisk 1Gb memory card continues. The last episode concluded with me discovering that I needed to return the item to the UK distributor for a replacement. I duly packaged it up and sent it by Special Delivery to the address provided. Only it isn’t as easy as that. Now it seems that my packet made it all the way to the Reading mail office but somehow disappeared there. Where did it go? So now I have no chance of getting a replacement item and I have a battle on my hands to get the Royal Mail to issue me with a refund for an item it lost. Hurrah! I wouldn’t mind, but that memory card was very expensive and I’d used my remaining spending money from PayPal to pay for it (when I could have used that cash to buy CDs on eBay).
Moan, moan, moan, moan, moan… 🙂
Meanwhile, the wonderful Sun newspaper website has a wonderful article encouraging people to do the housework in the buff. Of course, they use a suitably endowed lady to emphasis the erotic qualities of doing the ironing:
Somehow, I don’t think a picture of me in my birthday suit, ironing my underpants, would have had the same effect! C’mon The Sun, what about equality, eh?