LOOK, I HAVE TO COME CLEAN HERE, I just have not managed to make the posts that I had hoped to make during the summer this year. I have been trying to make amends but my heart is just not in it, as you'd expect.
Of course, I hold my school partially responsible for this as I continue to struggle with the language, but mostly I have to admit it's my equipment that is at fault. Not for me the smooth and effortless state-of-the-art MacBook Air [–other laptops of similar ability are readily available for those who are suitably flush].
I am stuck with my 2006 pre-Pentium Processor iBook G4, pride of the fleet in its day, but now obsolete as far as the digital world is concerned, almost a museum piece I gather; and as operating systems continue to develop they have left behind my ancient laptop . . . un-upgradable, dim, but still working in its own way perfectly well for those less ambitious tasks. True, I could attempt to do it on the iPad like Mary does but I find it less than intuitive to say the least, and as for the insertion of pictures, well it is a total bore to try.
So if you want to know anything at all about the sort of stuff we did in the summer I can do no better than refer you to Mary's le blog as indicated on the right hand side of this page for some coverage of all of that. While she was spitting tacks trying to get the latest message out to her public, I was probably up on the terrace reading m'book or drinking bitter lemon and tonic . . . when I wasn't fretting over the latest blisters in the paintwork and the salts lifting off the plasterwork of course . . .
footnote: One aspect of the summer visit that stands out though, as it always does, is the sense of fun and rapport with have with all our friends in Sablet. Most of these I have to say speak English. I hope that by my lamentable lack of the language, I have not compromised our getting-to-know the natives too much, but if I have, well, blame my school . . .
