My computer is finally fixed, and running almost as new (except for the battery that only lasts 20 minutes). And I might be able to get a newer dinkier little laptop for very little money, but that's a way away just yet.
But now I'm finally back up at home, our broadband connection has gone on the blink. For some reason it's leapt back into life this evening, so Paul and I have jumped on to check e-mail and catch up on blogs and social networking sites. The engineer will be coming round on Wednesday morning, so Paul's staying home.
In the end it was a blessing, as we had nearly two days of being unable to use the computers, so we concentrated on the "real world" and enjoyed our wedding anniversary. Due to a car malfunction and some creative timetabling on the part of SouthWest Trains we didn't get into London for the television show, so we sat in the garden and chilled, and I did a bit of gardening. I'll update you on that when I get some photos. Last night we had our big anniversary dinner at Quaglino's in St James's. I was dead impressed that I could still fit into the bodice of my wedding dress, and because it was gold, it didn't look odd with my tuxedo suit. However, I have no idea how I managed to walk in the four-inch heels I wore on my wedding day, as my feet were in agony.
Today we had champagne, smoked salmon and croissants for breakfast, then walked to Osterley Park. With the weather forecast saying heavy rain, we decided to have a cream tea rather than packing a picnic. Just as well, as the heavens opened! We bought two little watercolour postcards of the front and back of Osterley Park House, and I'll frame them as a memento of our first wedding anniversary.
Here's to the next year, and many many more to follow.