So we had an early dinner and I flaked out on the sofa while Graham enjoyed a James Bond movie. This is the latest one, with Robert Carlyle as the baddie. I've yet to stay awake through it. Some movies do that to me. I thought happily of the time in the future when the DVD player will be as old, worn out and useless as the Betamax video recorder we consigned to the dump today.
Technology marches on.
A car-boot sale is the name we have for a 'flea market'. You pay a small fee to park your car in a line of others, lay out your unwanted stuff on a folding table and sit waiting for people to come along and pay you money for it. Generally works, too. All rights reserved.