' What happened? We divorced.'
'And a long time later' I chipped in, 'he met me.' (Let's get that one straight while we're here.)
' Why? Was it because she was so...like this?' He made an odd little movement.
Benj glanced at his mother, who gave him an the OK. He got up and did an impression of a tight-lipped, huffing woman marching furiously about the room, elbows pumping.
'Your trouble is, lad' said his grandfather 'you see too much.'
deep pink flowers
green fish flickering
tiny crabs in spiral shells
brown boys splashing
a boat comes to the shore.
Droplets on flowers, always a favourite.
On the new mini notebook, I'm using Google Chrome as a browser, which I'm enjoying. It lacks the feeds and favourites functions of IE, but there are ways around this. One is a toolbar thing called extensions, which gives little icons you can click on to tell you immediately when something updates and link you to it. I don't fully understand it, but have managed to acquire a button for my feedreader (which I only use for two or three rarely updating and/or more private blogs), and one for my gmail, which I keep open anyway. When the latter gets a new message, and then when I read it, the red envelope icon does a jaunty little spin. Occasionally I send myself messages just to see it do this.
Aargh. The webcam works. Haven't had one of these before.
Happily not very well, so much of my face is in shadow. Makes me look rather brooding, I hope, and my shirt looks an interesting colour. In fact my shirt is many quite interesting colours, but nothing like this. And I suppose I am a bit brooding sometimes, but not in a very interesting way. I don't imagine I'll make it a regular feature, but it's a novelty.
And so to bed.