Isn’t it nice (horrible word ‘nice‘, but it fits) to be a passenger instead of a driver sometimes? Not in a deeply philosophical way, but probably that too, no, just that Scamp very kindly offered to drive today. The journey to Perth was lovely ( better than ‘nice’). Scenery was great with perfect autumnal lighting. Got some tea (leaf tea) and coffee beans, had a walk along the river and then went for lunch to Howies new restaurant. Not a lot, you see, but in a way, that’s the beauty of it. We didn’t do much. The last three or four weekends have been a bit of a blur:
- London for Notting Hill
- London for the 40th Wedding Party
and they are going to contact me in three days, not deliver it then. At first I was a bit annoyed, but then thought, well, what difference does it make. Now if it’s going to take three weeks rather than three days, that will be a different story and I may have to write another, more pointed email to the Vodies.
Strangely, today I was taking some photos with my present 32GB iPhone and the message insufficient storage to save photo appeared. Tonight I cleared out a few apps and a few music files. Enough to release about 2.5GB. Now I have to work out just how much of my music I can cram into 16GB (well realistically 14GB useable space) and still leave enough room for apps and photos.
Quarts and Pint Pots.