Things to be grateful for.
I no longer own a gun.
If I did I would have blown my brains out. But not before shooting my laptop three times. I would have saved the 4th bullet for myself. (I have four bullets on the brain, must be Oscar).
I promised to write a family history for my daughter. The works. Grand parents, both sides, aunts, uncles, cousins, and me. As much as I know. I did it. It took days – and much sweat. This was some weeks ago.
She is now nagging for it. I look for it. Gone. Vanished into? Cyberspace, where ever the hell that is.
An hour later I find it. Filed under Guildford Housing. (?) What!!! I never had such a file (???)
I don’t think I have ever, ever, ever been so grateful in my entire life.
I have been presented with a memory stick, plus instructions. What? I printed the f**ker out. Daughter will receive her family history, printed on real paper and hand delivered.
And now, 1 large medicinal brandy to the wind, I am going to nap.