C'est dur de mourir au printemps tu sais

After an early start, off to toastmasters. Today, I revisited my ice breaker speech, the introductory speech in a club. It seemed to in well. Most of the rest of the day, by contrast, wasn't so good, as I struggled to get masses of data out of a system using an application programme we could call sub optimal. Eventually got what I needed, but by now the death burger car at the station has closed. Nevertheless, home and so food is only half an hour away.

It's another day in New Zealand, with a blue sky and a light breeze. Not a great deal has happened. Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated. It's fun updating from a phone again, but I'm restricted to short messages. However, I still find there's not always anything to say. I couldn't check my mailbox last might because the post office lock was broken. That's a real PO box I'm talking about here, not this email stuff.