Am sitting here still not feeling to bright.

If this is just a cold (which I think it is), I feel that it's a bit unfair to take up a doctors appointment just for a bit of a cold, but this particular encumbrance has been running for nearly two weeks so I think I may not have a choice ( especially as Cathy was sat there yesterday when she came home saying that I didn't look to good - and with the various minor ailments that I have that is somewhat of a statement).

Spent most of yesterday afternoon sorting out my website books ( whilst at the same time trying to keep the kids far enough apart so that they didn't kill each other - roll on the end of the holidays -
Because my use of the web has increased so much over the years , I had to start using an indexed book to list the sites I use regularly. I know it's a bit naughty, but I had to keep all the access names and passwords some where.

Anyway, it started as one of those little tabbed address books (You know the sort - A5/A6 size - the sort you Mum/Granny uses for family addresses and birthdays)

Anyway, as time progresses, the book grows into a tabbed desktop address book, then a tabbed A4 file, two files. And now?. It has migrated into one of those big lever arch files. The only problem now is that I think it would be a good idea to go through the pages one by one and weed out the sites that are not there anymore (just like I did with the bookmarks a few weeks ago).

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I am going to have to log onto my work e-mail, or give one of the lads a call. Being off for the last 10 days ( and I'm still not back to work until Monday) I haven't got a clue as to what is happening with the SMT/ Industrial Action thing. The other thing with going back to work, the Blog entries will go back to a couple a week - and the will be best for everyone -

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Just one last comment.

Is anyone else "afflicted" with a Mobile Phone?, the way I have just realised that I am.

At one point, not that long ago, I had one work mobile (they supply for business purposes) and one home phone so that Cathy had a means of ringing for a mechanic and the like when the kids were little, and she was visiting her aunty in a nearby village. Now, after a wee "argument" about personal use on the business phone, I got one of those "pay-as-you-go" jobs. Now it stays with me most of the time. It is in my pocket when I go to the shop. It is in my pocket when I'm in the garden. It is even left, turned on, on the side board "just in case!".

"THEY" can get me where-ever, and it's all MY fault