Thursday's Thoughts

It can't really be Thursday already. It seems no time at all since I wrote Monday's Meander...

I've resurrected an old laptop to use but it is going on and off the Internet like a yo-yo. I'm not sure if it's the router (also known as a vacillator) or the laptop itself. Whichever it is, it's most aggravating. It makes following people's blogs very difficult. So if I don't visit you or comment for a few days I apologise. Hopefully my proper laptop will be sorted or replaced in the not too distant future.

I just thought I'd show you a photo of one of my heroes. This is our regular Postman. He not only comes whatever the weather but he also knows where to leave parcels when I'm out or in bed and always has a happy greeting for us. Being our regular postman he has two advantages over the others – firstly, he knows where our house is. That may sound strange but the numbering in our road is weird and so some people takre our deliveries to the wrong house, drop them on a neighbour's doorstep or simply give up and take them back to their depot. The second advantage is for his benefit. He knows that our gutter leaks so when it's raining he has to approach the front door at an angle or have half the rain content of the roof tipped down his neck. Less regular posties don't know that and one or two have got rather wet – sorry!

This week he brought me a postcard - the first for my little postcard board even though it was from a fellow blogger rather than a postcrossing person. Thank you M. In the meantime my first outgoing postcard reached Finland and was acknowledged by a grateful recipient. The next day my card to California arrived there. Such fun.

Unlike the cards, I haven't been anywhere exciting – in fact, I haven't been out of the house. This is a Bad Thing. I should at least walk to the shops every day for the benefit of my heart. When you combine weather that has been so dull and yucky that there has been no inspiration to leave the warmth and comfort of home and a laptop so unreliable that playing on it is frustrating and what do you get? You get me curled up on my bed with a book and a cup of coffee. What more could I want?