Fun Day in Mansfield. Lovely Weather

I seem to have managed to get the memorial in Mansfield Market Place a little skew-whiffed. Really I suppose I ought to delete it, go back to Picasa, straighten it and then download it again. Sometime,when I have a spare half hour, I may do that. But not today.

Bob and I had a very pleasant couple of hours in Mansfield. Just as Bob was leaving the house to catch his bus the phone rang, and by the time he arrived at the Bus Stop his bus was vanishing into the distance. It left early apparently. The next one (they run every half hour which is very good) ran late. But he text me from Forest Town to say he would be a few minutes etc.. I wish there was a halfway decent word for the past tense of 'text' because 'texted' is so ugly I have difficulty using it. A completely chance discovery was the The Widow Frost, the Wetherspoons Pub where we met, is a Wi-Fi Hotspot, a MyCloud one which I have used before and the helpful young chap at the bar told me where to sit to find a power-point rather than run my battery down.

Weatherwise it was fine. A little hot but with a pleasant breeze, which prevented it from feeling 'close'. We had a joke about the Humidity research but it is better to know about these things. I lent Bob my Teach Yourself Blogging book. That 'teach yourself' series must have been going at least 40 years. The first one I read was 'Logic' and while it didn't make me any more logical I did at least understand the academic background to the subject.

Before setting off I emailed David with the results of my research into getting one email account to check the contents of another. I know how to get an Outlook Express account to check the contents of GoogleMail but, as yet, I haven't worked out how to get one's Googlemail account to check the contents of others. In David's case Wanadoo for instance. But I shall continue to dig. Y rang quite early and we are both fairly sanguine about the 'move collapse'. What the hell? it's not the end of the world, come-day go-day, c'est la vie, and any other cliches you can think of.

I remembered to take Sandra's soft-apricots from Lidl. It's about a 20 mile round trip for them. Not quite in Madeline's league, but too far for a few bags of dried fruit. The meal in Wetherspoons was quite good; they usually are, and drinks are so reasonable. My pint of lemonade was £1.35 and Bob's beer was well under £2. And a Wi-Fi hotspot thrown in.

A lovely story from Palmers Green to end with. Ruby is starting French at School and was explaining about it when Elli, not five yet, announced that she too could speak French - and reeled off the days of the week, perfectly, in French. She must have picked it up at pre-school. Brain like a sponge! They never cease to amaze.........