Another hot day. Today we reached over 20ºc although there was a lot of cloud too.
Last night I had a big problem with the iMac. I was attempting to work through my usual procedure of writing the blog on an app. After the blog is written I usually select all the text and then open my app for posting the blog and drop the text into a window that opens. Yesterday the app wouldn’t open. It just gave me a message “403 Forbidden”.
No matter what I did, I got the same message. Finally I went online and read some gobbledegook instructions that I couldn’t understand. I did think of trying some of them, then came across the fix. All the person wrote was “Just leave it. It will sort itself out.” By now it was 11pm and I was tired and panicking just a bit, so I did what the writer suggested. Shut the computer down and went to bed. I slept better than I’d thought I would, and in the morning I switched the iMac on and everything was running normally. I don’t know who you are, but thank you for that helpful suggestion.
Later in the morning we drove over to Brookfield for our regular Saturday morning dance class. It started with a Line Dance called House of Bamboo. Now I hate line dances, and I’ll add this one to that list. Next was a Melody Foxtrot. A much gentler and better written sequence dance.
Next we were straight into a new Quickstep. I stumbled through it and eventually made some sense of it. Again, not my favourite, but much better than the line dance. I don’t think it’s as good as the other quicksteps Jane has devised.
We did a Sweetheart Rumba which took two tracks before everyone was singing from the same hymn sheet. Then it just fell into place.
Drove home over the Kingston Bridge almost without stopping. It was just one of those days when the traffic ran perfectly.
I walked down to the shops later to get the makings of tonight’s dinner, but the shelves were very bare and I phoned Scamp to ask if a cook-at-hope curry would suffice and she agreed it would. Late on a Saturday afternoon is not the time for food shopping.
We sat in the back garden for an hour or so tonight with a G&T each. As I’m writing this, Scamp is watering the garden. Only fair, I did it on Thursday.
PoD was a photo of a Rhododendron called Nancy Evans, taken in the garden.
No plans for tomorrow