Twitter

The Twitter Grundies have suspended my account.  Don't know what sins I've committed.  Perhaps I mentioned the war.  Or something equally unimportant.  Perhaps I was too rude about Tony Tool (the new PM of Oz) and his band of bullies.  Too left-wing perhaps for the newly listed money machine, Twitter.

Anyway.

Voila!  Now I must write to fill my time instead of chatting with my Twitter mates.  Which is good news, because I will add lots of new stuff to Majorca Flats and my other stories.

Onwards and upwards.

Busy, busy, busy

What was that film about three old ladies, sisters I think, who live in a beach house somewhere in New England, who have a lifetime of grumbles and complaints and difficulties with each other?  When one works hard making in the house or garden  or does some special cooking, the other says drily "busy, busy, busy".

That's me, right now.  Unwell; labouring away at my VBA macros; working hard in my day job.   So no Majorca Flats.  Apologies.

And not even tweeting.  But if you want to, you can go to my twitter page, here.