And that brings me to today's real moan. Bl***y scheduling. With gratitude to Granny I went over to the BlogDoctor to see if there was a solution to this problem of the scheduling not working. No such luck. So I looked at the blogger forums (or should that be fora) and hey presto there was one "I have problem that nowadays when I schedule any post they dont get automatically submitted at that time and date. And scheduled still comes displayed near the posts. i have checked the time and date and they are perfect. But why such problems? Before I didnt have any such problems? THen i have to click on Publish post manually later on and that gets published."
Aha! I thought, there are 44 replies so here is bound to be the solution. No. Just another 44 people saying they had the same problem. So I commented and made it 45 and the next person who goes to the forum is going to have their hopes raised even more.... Cruel aren't I?
GB skyped me from the mainland yesterday and asked me to search through the bureau for something. In the process I came across a family photo album that I hadn't seen for years. It is larger than A4 size and has a cover of shell and mother of pearl. Inside there is an annotated sheet of the various subjects in my handwriting - obviously done for posterity becaquse it is legible which my handwriting isn't normally! The photos go back to family members born in the 1790s.
This is Bryony, Helen and Richard's great, great, great, great grandfather - Robert Spencer, born in 1796 and died in 1867. He would have been 16 when Napoleon retreated from Moscow and 21, Richard's age, when the Battle of Waterloo took place.
This is his wife Sarah Griffiths Catherina Spencer (nee Griffiths) who was born in 1800 and died in 1889.
This happy soul is Sarah Lane, Nana's mother's mother who was born in 1813 and died in 1879.
A couple of more recent photos - our Uncle Eric (on the left) and Mum (on the right) in the 1910s. As you can see, the inside pages of the album are all painted.
The sun is shining. There's a nutloaf cooling on the kitchen worktop. Grieg is performing on the piano in the lounge. Well, to be pedantic it's not Grieg himself - just his music on a CD. He died 102 years ago so it would be a bit musty in there if he were playing. The washing up from last night's dinner party has all been extracted from the dishwasher. (Yes, GB, I agree that a dishwasher is a blessing after a dinner party.) So thanks to GB for allowing me to use his home to host last night's dinner - he was missed! (And where do you keep the serviettes???)
All in all it promises to be another good day. I hope yours is...
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