Lower brain-stem blog. Lot of drink taken, some still within.

Just beeen talking to Hugh about his just like a near death experience. The experience being of everyone thinking he was going to die, until they discovered he wasn’t. Apparently not many people have rung him to say anything, let alone that they were glad he wern’t dead.

Went from Baildon to Deighton this morning to pick up a netbook (the first Windows machine I have ever owned, I am not going to try it out until I am sober, probably). Called in at The Grove on my way there, and back. Twas well worth the visit.

Over the weekend Bev was suffering from toothache, and the flu she denies she has ever had. I ministered. I cooked and did laundry. She read books and argued less than the average.