Efficiency?

Within the last five minutes, Keith has taken delivery of an upgrade to one of the software programmes he uses for his vehicle key/transponder programming work.

It was delivered in a TNT pantechnicon (Before I saw the logo, I thought our neighbours were moving without telling us), packaged in an A4 padded envelope and is the size of a small USB flash drive, probably because that's what it is.

Keith ordered it from Lithuania on Friday and it has arrived here in sunny North Wales first thing this morning.

Now if that's not speedy delivery, I don't know what is.

Trainers at the ready

Following on from my last post and comments, I have just discovered this courtesy of  UK Health Radio News, which gives information from different sources regarding the advantages of exercise in one's 'senior years' to prevent or delay the onset of dementia.
No sitting back in your reclining armchair with remote in hand, then. You have been warned!

Ageing successfully?

We have just had a couple of days up in the frozen north with Kathy at Claire's house. Kathy commented, on watching this item on the local news, "Now there's someone who is ageing successfully!"
The item in question was about a 96 year old lady who has, impressively, just finished walking the entire length of Hadrian's Wall (although not all at once).
I have been pondering on this. So that  must mean that it is no longer enough to 'grow old gracefully', there is a further hurdle to clear. You have to 'age successfully'. But does that mean that, to do so, I shall also have to walk the length of Hadrian's Wall and will I have to wait until I am 96 to do it, or could I just sneak it in now and 'deposit' it as evidence to show that I have aged successfully by the time I am 96?
Or, would it be enough to keep walking the dogs every day until I am 96?

Or was it enough just to help bring the horses in the other evening. They are quite big and a little bit scary!

DJs eat your hearts out!

This is what Keith is hoping to be able to do eventually with his new quadcopters. Won't happen any time soon though, I think.

Oh, and Keith says I have to tell you all how excited I am about it all. Which I might possibly do if I could have the dining table back and he would agree to remove the ton of rubbish currently littering his computer desk in the corner of the living room - yes, the LIVING ROOM, NOT the shed.....!
I rest my case.

Smart or wot!

Well, yes, but you'd better not get any fatter...

On being a PAT dog

Paddy here, just to give you an update on the little white thing and his therapping.

Yesterday, Jenny took him to meet the area co-ordinator, who was taking them both on one of her visits to a nursing home. 

They were away ALL afternoon and skipped off at lunchtime without so much as a backward glance. It's lucky for me that Keith was still here, although he was outside most of the time playing some game arranging bricks in the front garden. All beyond me, but I expect Jenny will get round to telling you about it some time soon. 

Of course, when they finally did come back, Jake's head was bigger than ever. (I really am going to have to take him in hand and remind him who's boss!) He was strutting around telling me about how the people at the nursing home had thought he was absolutely wonderful and one old lady had wanted to keep him! Unfortunately, he didn't give me her name so that I could contact her and say, "She's all yours, Missis!"

Mind you, he did seem quite tired and spent most of the evening asleep. Jenny said that the lady who took them had a black labrador called Bill and, when he was not being fussed over, Jake spent most of his time with his nose 'in close proximity with Bill's posterior.'

Of course, being only a humble dog, I have no idea what that means, but I get the feeling it's not something to boast about...

Says it so well

Stolen unashamedly from a status on my Canadian friend, Dale's Facebook page.

Good, eh?