Okay, now I've got that out of the way, here are my giggles for this month.
In recent weeks, a few hand grenades have washed up on the beach here. Live ones of course. Probably from a WWII wreck breaking up in the harbour.
The latest one was picked up by a woman, thinking it was a stone which she was going to throw for her dog. She realised what it was pretty quickly and put it carefully back in the sand and called for help.
We were discussing this as we walked along the beach, telling the kids they should be careful about what they picked up.
On the way home, my eldest grandson (who had obviously been thinking about it) sighed and said…
You can’t go to the beach these days without having grenades flung in your face.
And here’s another. I recently got a new phone which I love, mainly because I understand it and it understands me and we get along just fine.
Until I decided to delete the photos stored on there. I used to do this with my old phone as memory was a bit of a problem for it. Every so often I’d just clear everything out.
So I sat one evening and deleted as I watched telly. Delete, delete, delete.
“Why on earth are photos from my blog on here?” I said as I pressed delete for the hundredth time. “And more than one copy at that. Ridiculous.” Delete, delete, delete. “Even the covers of my books are on here!” Delete, delete, delete.
It was when I noticed that I still had over a thousand photos on the phone that I decided to give it a rest. How on earth I had so many photos when my old phone only had 50 at most at any one time, was a mystery.
Then one night I was happily watching Holby City when my husband, who keeps his back to the telly when I watch anything that might contain blood, said, “All your blog photos have gone.”
Well they certainly had on his computer. Even the pictures of my books down the side. I checked on my phone. Gone from there too.
You know that feeling you get when you realise you’ve done something stupid? When if you don’t laugh you’ll cry? Well that, only I wasn’t quite up to laughing.
My heart sank. It would take days to find all the photos on my computer and put them back on the blog. And how would I know which ones I needed to fill the gaps?
I seriously considered just deleting my blog and having done with it. I felt so disheartened.
What I didn’t know (until I looked it up) was that Google+ saves all my photos from everywhere online and that’s where I’d deleted them from. Lucky for me, there is an undelete button, so it only took me a few minutes to undo the damage I’d done.
Then I laughed. Then I did. Relief!
Poppy says, Arf arf, too late Dusty – I got here first! Girls rule!