6 7 not 67

Daughter tells me I have to make it clear that it's six seven not sixty seven. I would hate for you to be getting down with the kids and getting it wrong.

Computer died twice this morning. First time it restarted itself; second time I had to call in the expert i.e. Husband. He cleaned it up a bit but couldn't find anything major wrong, but if I disappear suddenly you'll know what it is.

I used the no-computer time to plant my two new roses, and change one of my front door tubs. I need a few more cyclamen to fill the other one.

In other news, an article on the BBC website headlined, "Willpower doesn't exist," attracted my attention. "Want to lose weight but think you don't have the willpower? It's not willpower you're lacking!"

Excellent, this is what I want: a good excuse that proves it isn't my fault.

Read on and discover what I need to do is to get organised. It didn't say what you're supposed to do if you don't have organisational skills either.

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Hearing about the deteriorating condition of a friend's wife made me want to grab the moment. First I looked at last minute cruises, then at cottages in Wales, then I remembered that, over the next two months,  we have the roofers coming and Husband is waiting for a cataract operation appointment. Plus birthdays, Bob Dylan, and life.

We do have a week that is almost free of anything so I'm wondering about a staycation. If the weather is good we can take day trips but weather being good in mid-November is fairly unlikely. And trips that involve too much walking will hurt Husband's foot so my plan to visit the waterfalls may not happen.

Big sigh. I wonder, could we go away? In spite of Husband's 'oh it'll rain' forecast. Shall I be dynamic? Probably not but I'll think about it.