I am in the middle of breakfast. Bacon and eggs, if you must know. I am driving slowly, because after six and a half years I should be wearing “L” plates.

I’m not going to explain my absence; if I ever do.

Damned machine isn’t doing as its told, and then it does it slowly. It’s a mini-laptop, I’d spank it but you can’t do that to children these days. Didn’t hurt me (backside excluded) when I was a kid; and I didn’t need a psychiatrist to help me get over the trauma of good spanking. God help us we are raising a pack of ninnies.

No piccies, just words.

See you tomorrow. Tchauzinhos (little goodye)