I know, I know, that was last year; we’re past that now, and anyway, the 30th is just another day, not like the 31st!
The thing is, on the 30th I did big heaps of work, sort of, and as far as I’m concerned the 31st of December is just another day!
Well after 84 of the damned things, they get a bit monotonous, ‘don’t cha know’!
So here we are, it’s Sunday morning, 30th December, up bright and early, 0540 Coco says “good morning, where’s my breakfast?”.
“You have to wait, sweetie” says I. ” you have to have your pills, when the music goes off.”
At 0600 and 0700, hours my trusty Samsung Galaxy thingy. plays some sort of wake up melody, I’ve kind of trained Coco to get used to this every morning, and afternoon, at 1530 & 1630 for the afternoon/evening medication and dinner .
I have to give Coco his medication, for his ticker trouble, an hour before he gets his meals, I don’t know why the Vet said so, so that’s what I do. Who am I to question the Vets?
It occurred to me that I’d been neglecting my e-mail,, it may be an idea to check it out; this at the ridiculous hour of 0605, on a Sunday morning in sunny Sydney, yes the sun has well and truly risen, and it’s kind of warm already!
Over the past several weeks I’ve had little, or no, interest in what had been going on in my other world of “Cyberspace”!
Occasionally I’ve checked in to see what’s happening on a few of the blogs I follow; I may have made a facetious comment, or two, and then signed out.
I really can’t remember.
I’ve tried to keep Yvonne amused, don’t ask me why; she delights in casting mild aspersions upon me; which I won’t go into now, being the nice sort of bloke that I am!
After much shaking of the head, upon opening my e-mail ‘Inbox’; it was time to take the big step and get started.
Where to start?
The oldest first of course. After much scrolling I came upon the oldest, dated 22/11/2018; not as bad as I thought; only 5 or 6 weeks, time to clean up.
Naturally, first thing I did was to get rid of the mail that I was not going to respond to; y’all know what sort of mail I’m talking about. After which, I answered and filed away stuff that is of some moment.
When I’d gone through that lot, some time later, I decided I’d clear the ‘Deleted items’ box. Those that use ‘Hotmail’, may have noticed, that when clearing out the various boxes, you are informed of the number of items that they are deleting.
Well in this instance, they told me that they were deleting 536 items, and this was the stuff that I didn’t need!
So now for the important mail!
The e-mail notification of blogs that I follow; there were just a few!
After much thought, consideration and discussion with Coco, I decided that I’d start with the oldest first, and so it was. ( Sounds kind of biblical don’t you think?).
I have no idea who came first, some of the posts, I glanced at, didn’t comment might have ticked the ‘Like’ box, then deleted, some I didn’t open, knowing what was there, and that I wouldn’t be commenting on anyway, and then others that aroused my interest, and were deserving of one of my customary, caustic comments 😈 .
Those, that I normally treat with reverence, treated with all due respect.
In all, it took me several hours, to go through, and read, the many posts that I follow, and make the usual smart/caustic/sarcastic/enlightened, 😊/humorous comments for which I’m renowned; and; if I’m not, why not?
In the end, I’d actually been through every e-mail notification, of every blog/post of those that I follow, received in the preceding 5 or 6 weeks, (excluding the few posts that I’d happened to view in the interim); and either acknowledged /liked/or deleted, and I now had an empty mail box.
I went to the ‘deleted folder’, and there were all the notifications that I’d received so with courage and determination I hit the ‘Empty’ button and when I confirmed the instruction the ‘Hotmail’ thingy told me they were deleting 156 emails whatever!
You’d never believe the amount of hours I spent clearing that email box? If I knew how to stick one of those ‘Polls’ here like disperser does I’d do so, but I haven’t got a clue,