I'm sure I'll learn to love my iPad. But right now it's a comfort to return to the trusty tea-impaired laptop, which still does most of what's asked of it. I suppose it's a bit like trying to move to contact lenses after a lifetime of specs. (Having seen the new without-specs passport photo, I doubt I'll be succumbing to that temptation any time soon: camouflage for the marginally cabin-suitable bags under the eyes is not unwelcome.) The iPad has the virtue of light weight and speed, but never having used an Apple product before, I'm finding it quite a struggle, as those within earshot during the last day or two will have observed. To its credit, the iPad adapted quickly to a qwertz keypad, though I haven't asked it for accents yet.
Splendid lunch yesterday chez Celia and Andy: a Jamie Oliver sausage and tomato dish followed by a wonderful lemon meringue pie. Plus a few tips on how to live in peace with an iPad, and sightings of goldfinches and lots of other birds that we see little of hereabouts.
I worry a little about the garden: it has been so mild for much of the winter that stuff is coming into growth prematurely, at the risk of being cut down when the cold weather arrives. Still, four varieties of fuchsia are now dormant in the conservatory, so we probably have a chance of cuttings come the spring. The solitary geranium rescued from the basket at the front door, also now in the sitooterie, is blooming fit to bust: I should feed it up as cutting stock for the spring and summer, and perhaps even remove some buds to encourage growth. Clivias too are coming into bud, and the phalaenopsis persists...
The other winter task is, of course, marmalade. Watch this space.
Oh, and the gas man has fined himself £20 for failing to turn up as arranged. Let's see what happens next.
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