Instead, I find I'm having to set up Google Photos, and the back up system that goes with it and keeps interfering with my computer's performance, whilst trying to work out how to make my front page more useful, and not to run into the limits that Blogger imposed on the first one, as well as not losing the Wordpress one when I try to archive it. I'm not at all technical, Apple have already told me that my computer was now officially Vintage and about to become Obsolete, and I really could do with Nelly* at my elbow, guiding me through what seems an interminable process.
Meantime, I managed - when one of you raised the matter - to install a Follow button. Followers are good for a blogger's insecurity issues.... Please do use it, and then try to be patient while I muddle along hoping to make this work.
Meantime, here's a photo of something or other, picked at random. Oh, it's a cropped section of one that makes Shelagh, our Canadian friend, and I laugh immoderately every time. The Gardener took it of us both from across the road as we chatted, sitting on a wall in Lynton last September. Neither of us had noticed the man and his dog sitting behind us - but oh, when we saw the picture on a computer screen later.... that dog!!
Look at that mouth!!
*"Sitting with Nelly" - a nice old-fashioned expression that means a new employee spending time with an old hand being shown the ropes.
Note: I have never worked with anyone called Nelly, for which I am rather sorry, but I do remember a truly horrible woman who clearly loathed the doomed task of showing me how to work an old departmental switchboard, and who with barely-disguised hatred made it impossible for me to understand any of it. As a 17-year-old in a school holiday job, I was terrified of this gorgon and her plugs and leads, and may even find - should I ever encounter such a switchboard again - that I am Emotionally Scarred For Life.
I think the dog was eyeing you up for its next meal!
ReplyDeleteWe were amazed that we hadn't noticed it! Although it may have been a sweetheart, for all we know, it looks truly horrific, poor creature.
DeleteI have found and followed you - I hope it all works!
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DeleteJust so you don't feel too insecure...I have already added this blog to my reader as I find that comes in before any "follow" blogs buttons.
ReplyDeleteAs for the old lamp-signal switchboard...I think I could probably still work one!
Sad soul that I am, I still hanker after the old days - my first blog amassed over 200 Followers, most of whom didn't move with me, and I've mourned their loss ever since!
DeleteStaffordshire terrier? Actually looks like a shark to me.
ReplyDeleteMy great-great aunts whom I knew quite well when I was growing up all had names like Lottie, Hattie and Effie. But then you wouldn't name your daughters my grandmother and her sister's names either - Phyllis, Melba and Geraldine. Doubt these will ever come back into fashion.
My beloved Tante Mimi was really named Marie Albertine.... My mother was Mathilde, but was always known as Teddy, and their brother was Cyril. Those were the days!
DeleteI wonder if the name Cyril will ever come back. I notice quite a lot of Arthurs these days! Albert has but not Herbert! My granddaughter has a friend called Violet. A friend's daughter named her little boy August…..shows a lack of imagination I reckon! The same family once had a dog called Lettuce! I could go on………! My boys are called Sam, Chris and Joe fairly boring I suppose.
ReplyDeleteA woman sitting behind me on our flight home was chatting about her young daughter - Ivy. As I known a 91-year-old Ivy, it was difficult to conjure up an image of a youngster with the same name!
DeleteThe 'old-fashioned' names become new fashion in time. There's a plethora of Alfies at present and Freddie and Henry are popular, too, as well as Daisy and Poppy.
ReplyDeleteThat dog is so ugly s/he's beautiful.
Interesting how many of the old names have been used in their shorter form - not sure there are many whose full name is Alfred, Sidney or Frederick these days.
Delete'The face that only a mother could love' comes to mind. I'm sure you'll fettle that Blogger business! Slack Alice and Apricot Lil - My mum loved Larry Grayson!
ReplyDeleteSlack Alice! I remember...... The term "Idle slacker" is often used in this house, usually in connection with dog and cats loafing about.
ReplyDeleteWelcome back to Blogger. I knew you'd see sense in the end. (I didn't really.) Sorry you didn't enjoy Florence. Ross has been DYING of a terrible cold and cough ever since we returned; I'm so glad it didn't happen while we were there. Your holiday certainly sounds like one to remember. Alas.
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