Profound thoughts

I was listening to the Goon Show yesterday and Eccles and Bluebottle were timing each other to see if they were getting older and it occurred to me that I am ageing minute by minute. That came as quite a shock.

I suppose I tend to think of getting older at birthday times: you're another year older. But right now I'm a minute older than I was when I started writing this post. This is a good argument - if one were needed - for making the most of each minute.

It will be my new resolution.

I must have aged over an hour while I was trying to get photos from our new camera onto the computer. I was trying for half an hour yesterday and longer again today. I even got the manual out and followed that, only to find it still wasn't doing what it was supposed to.

Then I realised the camera wasn't plugged in to the computer.

But it's done now. Although it says it has put the photos in a file that appears to be untraceable. I managed to save this one though.

On Sunday we went to father-in-law's 80th birthday lunch. Here he is with some of the fourteen bottles of malt whiskey he received. No wonder he is smiling.