1. The Oldies

So I'm set for another blogger's outing after just as much confusion as I encountered the first time around.
It's a bit like when the kids were at school and towards the end of the term you were invited to go one evening to meet the teacher. I always finished up feeling that our kids had to start next term with a few Brownie points if we had somehow found the classroom, found the teacher and, wonder of wonders, managed to arrive on time.
Afterwards it was more a case of hoping the teacher would be sympathetic towards our kids considering the obvious disadvantage they had being raised by such parents.
Now take this blogger lark. Getting signed in must be a doddle for the technically minded. A click here, a click there, nothing to it. But it is a day when the fan is blowing hot air, a darkening sky is failing to produce cooling rain and Blogger did not recognise me or my password.
Ah well, they do have a twits' get-out so I now know my name, password and surely, should I care to ask it, just about anything else including the meaning of life. (Wasn't that 42?)
Anyway it is time to eat. My Leader calls. You see, it isn't only the technical stuff, it's the timing, too...