I had planned on posting this the first night in the new flat but, despite BB‘s best efforts, the desktop he brought over would not function. So, although I have Internet and wi-fi, I have no computer. I’m typing this now using Breederboy‘s laptop. He came over, bringing us beer, chips, and cookies, and stayed for a chat.
On with the post.
Although I’ve patted myself on the back many times for surviving . . .
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