It's a gated community, chosen partly because the terrible Goddess is beginning to suspect that I think ('think' ? Oh dear, he's so confused poor thing. Lo, TG Ed.) I've got a mind of my own and she wants to keep me under control. This suspicion has arisen because she found me just about to upload a blog that she hadn't edited. I would have managed it as well, if I hadn't been doing some of my random clicking and ended up with a message from Mac with a skull and crossbones emblazoned across it, saying "Are you SURE you want to erase the hard drive, all files and end my life completely???" I then had to type in an apology and promise I would behave myself in future and that as far as I knew, Papersurfer wasn't going to be visiting soon and by the time I'd done all that the TG was up and about doing her morning rounds. One day I'll manage it and you'll know what you're missing.
I have to go and pack some boxes now and make a difficult decision about a flowered shirt that I wore in the sixties.
[Apparently it's really important to click on the BOMB - I say futile, they say fuel it - don't ask me]
