Despite resorting to the questionable tactic of dropping a numismatic article into the day before yesterday’s post, I still managed to miss posting yesterday. There are 24 hours in a day, how do I mange to miss  out on finding 20 minutes to write a blog post?

I also managed to avoid doing anything else of much use. I took Julia to the nurse for her shingles booster. She then mowed the lawn and spent the rest of the day telling me how much her arm ached. Well, as i said, shingles vaccine  is well known for being likely to ache, so would it not have been better to have rested than to cut the lawn? She, of course, disagreed, despite the evidence.

I caught up on some correspondence with people I owed emails to. I would like to be an old-fashioned letter writer but emails are so much simpler. Even so, it’s possible to let months pass by without replying.

Here’s a question. I have a lot of redundant email addresses in my system. Some are people I can’t even remember, some are dead. I occasionally delete a few (mainly parents of kids who played for teams I managed) but I find that I can’t bring myself to delete the addresses of friends who have died. Is this normal? Or am I exhibiting signs of an unhealthy attachment to the past?

Is there room for a modern ghost story where someone uses such an address and gets a reply? Or has it already been done? I won’t do it, as I don’t read ghost stories.

We are about to have an early lunch – Julia has to go to the tea room and I have to go to the doctor.  Retirement is not quite as relaxing as I had planned. I am going to have to start using a diary again.

Sandsend pictures are a lovely clear day in March 2017.