My computer at home has died. Alright, maybe it isn't quite dead but it isn't communicating with me. It is in a continual rebooting loop. I think it picked up something off the internet. I really do. I can't afford a new computer at this point in time. Even though I went to look at some and my have computers come down in price. I of course would love a flat screen monitor, which as the H points out, I don't need because the monitor is working just fine. He was quite taken with the idea of a new printer. Which is much more understandable because our printer hasn't worked in months. I believe the child put something in it and it never recovered. The upshot of this is I finally filled in a job application and wrote out a personal statement in support (how the short-list here because of equality law) but I hadn't printed it out because our printer doesn't work and instead makes truly awful choking noises. I was going to email the document to me at work so I could print it out there but now it is all locked up in the machine that is not speaking to me. I suppose this means I shouldn't be applying for another job and I should just stay put.

You got to love where you live. It is summer. I can tell not because it is getting warmer (it isn't) or because of the sunshine (lots of clouds lately) but because I have spotter my first Israeli flag. Didn't you know that ulster protestants are the lost thirteenth tribe of Israel. Honestly. Of course I was also amused by a co-worker's saga of house buying. He (at the age of 34 and yes, still living at home) had finally put an offer in on a house. Last week there was a bombing just a few houses away. He is back to the looking stage.

There is absolutely nothing surprising about this result:

""Which cocktail are you?""
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Did have a lovely cocktail on Saturday, a Sunrise made with vanilla vodka. Can't find a recipe, can only tell you where I got it. And I must admit I don't think I have ever met a vodka I didn't like.

And yes, I did go and see Troy.