Thursday, 26 January 2012

Mungy weather

The weather today is distinctly mungy. It has been all week. But then, despite the evidence of snowdrops and crocuses in the garden (and daffodils elsewhere) we are still in January. Just. Although truth to tell, this has been a very mild January. I can count on the fingers of one hand - and that doesn't include the thumb - the number of days when I have looked out of the bedroom window to find that the lawn has turned white. And we have had none of that white stuff which descends like manna from the heavens.

Because of the general munginess of the weather I have been rather more busy distracted indoors than in the garden. What with the minutes of last week's meeting of Brighton Lions Club and the monthly newsletter, preparation of which I left much later than usual, I have found myself sitting at the computer longer than usual. I have also been distracted by finding several strands of relations in my family tree. It made me think when I discovered that one of my great aunts had died in the workhouse. Not that she was really just a great aunt: she was really 3 x great. Even in this backward country we had got rid of the workhouses before any of my 1 x great aunts would have needed them. I wrote "got rid of" but that's not entirely true. The Brighton workhouse still exists. It's a hospital now, and a pretty grim hospital at that.

Despite being so busy I have still found time to check out all the blogs I follow on a daily basis. I do find this taking longer now than it once did as I keep finding new blogs I want to follow! How on earth some people manage to follow what seem like two or three hundred blogs is quite beyond me. But I have been remiss - and I apologise to all involved. I have failed to respond to comments people have left on my blog, which is most rude of me. I am so sorry. I will respond - possible even before I have posted this!

Talking of comments reminds me. Some blogs have comments that are threaded. How come? What is it that I'm missing?

I rarely comment on other blogs. This is partly a time thing - I'm too anxious to get on to read the next blog - and partly a time thing - other people have got there before me and their comments are just what I would have written.

But those responses.

Buck said how lucky I am to live near to London and he would have liked to live there. You're welcome, Buck. I can't understand anybody wanting to live in a city the size of London - or anywhere near as big as that. Brighton, with it's 250,000 inhabitants, is really bigger than I would prefer.

Stephen's comment was that I live in a part of the world rich in culture and heritage. But so do you, Stephen. It's simply a matter of different cultures - and look at the terrific scenery you have!

And thanks to Buck (again!) and SP for your kind comments about my Roman Camp post the other day.

Responding to all those comments about Kodak and photo albums would have been a day's blogging in itself.

Oh, yes. Skip, what is that strange "SF" emblem that has appeared on your blog - in two different forms?

Now I must get on and read all those blogs I follow before I am taken to the butcher's to buy Sunday's joint.


Stephen Hayes said...

I like the idea of using a blog to answer questions posted by people's comments. I might adopt this.

Uncle Skip, said...

Both SF symbols are still there. SF stands for San Francisco. The orange on black one at the top of the sidebar represents the Giants of Major League Baseball. The white on red represents the 49ers of the National Football League (it was relegated to the bottom of the sidebar because they are now finished playing, not because of their recent loss in the conference championship).
I, too, am finding myself in front of the computer more as of late... and blog following is the culprit.

Uncle Skip, said...

Oh... and the threaded replies in comments is the default on some of the templates. I understand that they can be turned on in others.

I kind of like it

Buck said...

I prolly should have qualified my London statement, Brian. I lived in High Wycombe during my three years in the UK... near enough to the city by BritRail but far enough removed so I didn't have to deal with city problems. The Second Mrs. Pennington and I were looking for a place in the exurbs when we were looking.

I agree with Skip: I like the nested comments. I'll have to do some Blogger exploring.