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My brain in melting. I hate writing seminars. But the wonders of legislation on the internet means that at least I am here at home, slumming it in my dressing gown, drinking hot tea and listening to what ever I damn well please. And soon I will have run out of things to say about industrial deafness (I kid you not), and can escape into the wilds of Godalming for healthy pursuits like drinking strawberry beer. Yay.
I'm also in a good mood after hearing from my dear Daddy out in NZ this morning. I was however sadly foiled by Skype not recognising my external soundcard, and I'll have to go and buy a dinky microphone. But that's ok, because then with Mark's cunning wireless set up I will be able to speak to my pa anywhere in the house. Or the garden. So he couldn't hear my voice, but at least I got a few words of wisdom out of him and some helpful texting on what to do when your computer plays up. I miss my dad.
I'm also in a good mood after hearing from my dear Daddy out in NZ this morning. I was however sadly foiled by Skype not recognising my external soundcard, and I'll have to go and buy a dinky microphone. But that's ok, because then with Mark's cunning wireless set up I will be able to speak to my pa anywhere in the house. Or the garden. So he couldn't hear my voice, but at least I got a few words of wisdom out of him and some helpful texting on what to do when your computer plays up. I miss my dad.