Sometimes in the winter here we say we have "the crud". It means a cold, a virus that's miserable but not serious which goes on and on. Anyway, my laptop has The Crud, a virus plus a dying keyboard.
I no longer had a repair guy because the one I used for 20 years, ever since the computer was a big old thing that took up the entire top of a large desk, had closed up shop and left a sign on the door saying he was no longer in business. I wonder if the tattoo parlour moving in next door had anything to do with it.
Luck brought me to Ray who just moved here from New Hampshire and is feeling quite smug that he is in Minnesota and missing all that snow Out East. My laptop's virus has been cured and a new keyboard is enroute and I will have it back Wednesday morning.
My laptop is where all my photos are stored, so I haven't been able to blog much for awhile. I do have this one photo from Winston Churchill's home, Chartwell, west of London in Westerham, Kent, that I will leave you with today. And I'll be back when my laptop comes home!
These little robins were for sale in the garden shop. I wish I had brought one home.