My sister had an I-Pad for her birthday. I am SO pleased.
Not because I have shares in Apple or anything - though Mr B, as Apple's most fervent advocate, deserves some
kind of reward for his ambassadorial role - but because this means my sister and I are now able to communicate via FaceTime, instead of spending an hour at a time on the telephone.
Don't get me wrong, I love
the telephone. Mr B is not so keen based upon the indisputable fact that I seem to find it impossible to have a short phone conversation with anyone other than the regular Nuisance Callers. And even with them, Mr B says I should employ shorter, more direct
- not to say, ruder - responses to their enquiries about the state of my health and happiness on any particular day.
Yesterday, however, I linked up on FaceTime with My Little Sister (who is not to be confused,
under any circumstances, with My Little Pony on account of the pink hair. The pony's that is, not my sister's. Oh, for heaven's sake!) We could both see each other clearly, which was good. However, for some reason, one of us was always sideways on. If my sister
turned her I-Pad round to straighten me up (visually speaking) then at the same time she turned herself sideways on my screen. We couldn't seem to work out what one or both of us was doing wrong so in the end we just carried on chatting regardless. I would
far rather talk to my Sideways Sister than not at all. Before we chat next I will consult my Technological Support, aka grandson Jack, to see if he can help me put myself and / or my sister right. As in, the right way up, you understand.
Communicating via this particular method meant that my sister and I could show each other our Christmas trees in all their glory. We are As One in all important matters, my sister and I, so we both agree that Christmas trees
and decorations should stay up until Twelfth Night. That is quite soon enough, we feel, to revert to dull ordinariness, especially when this brings with it a Requirement to Dust. Twelfth Night this year coincides with the first meeting of 2016 for our Nomination
Whist group. It will be interesting to see how many of them will confess to still having their decorations up. I may just have a small wager with Mr B beforehand to see which one of us guesses correctly.
have been fortunate enough to receive several most welcome communications from regular readers following yesterday's Daily Blog on the theme of Pass the Parcel. Jude, who owns the Post Office in the Cornish village of Polperro (it's right up there on my list
of Places I Must Visit) tells me that the best answer she had, on asking the "what's in the parcel?" question was a pair of Y-fronts and a plastic banana. This makes the contents of my parcels seem almost mundane. Then I heard from Jane who gifted Scamp to
Young Faris even before The Rascal was born. She was so pleased to hear that Scamp is still so very much loved. Christine was kind enough to say she loved reading my "ramblings" while sweet Val told me she found my interpretation of "Nanni's Rules" (anyone
breaking them, you remember, will be loved and forgiven in the usual way) inspiring. It's so lovely to hear from you and to know that Someone, Somewhere is Reading the Blog. Someone, what's more, who isn't a Darling Daughter or other near relative.
Lots of people have telephoned to wish Mr B and me a Happy New Year, so enabling an exchange of news on our respective Christmasses. Avril had trouble with two poorly cats, Jo had a migraine all over Christmas Day, everyone
had a tale to tell. I was sad for those who didn't have the best of times and glad for those who had been able to celebrate in style.
2016 has begun with torrential rain. Mr B and I have made ourselves each
a cup of hot Ribena Winter Spice (no added sugar) as our defence against the elements.
There are daffodils out already in both front and back gardens and I am feeling all warm and contented. It's not just
the Ribena, delicious though that is. It's the warmth of all those communications, whether by phone, by email, by letter. I send my thanks to everyone who has shown they are thinking of me at the start of another year.
Not least to my Sideways Sister...