Before we left for Portugal, I cleared my desk of all manner of stuff. The main things to go into a sort of mini storage were the three external drives I use for digital storage. These are, usually, backed up continuously. Naturally, I wasn’t taking them with us so they were disconnected and safely stored. This has meant that, every day, I receive a report from the backup software I use saying it couldn’t find the drives. It’s good to know it’s working.
Today, I reconnected them and it was like a new calm had taken over my laptop as lights flickered and motors whirred. Actually, there wasn’t a lot of whirring, I just thought it made the sentence sound better.
Another return to normal was my early morning trip to the ICA for shopping. It was excellent walking through the woods, wheeling my trolley and equally good seeing and chatting to people I sort of know. Including the young woman who I regularly speak Swenglish to. In fact, she was on the check-out this morning.
As we chatted about Portugal, she held up a turnip and asked me what it was. I pointed to the label and said, “Majrova.” Having run into this problem before, I always try and get one with a label. Anyway, she turned it round and laughed, entering it onto the register.
“In English, it’s a turnip,” I explained.
“I didn’t know that in either language,” She replied.
I so wanted to say, “Well, that’s a turnip for the books!” but didn’t think she’d get it.
Back at home, though, I told Mirinda and she laughed. Even though she doesn’t like puns much.
Another return to normal was Mirinda throwing the ball for Emma. Though, it seems that Emma has been spoiled by Jarne, the Belgian house sitter, who, it seems, threw it for hours. Emma stared at us as if to say how much she was missing him.
She then went and sulked in the rocking chair like the spoiled little princess she is.
Another return to normal is the fact that this post is quite dull.
