After the rain

It battered don on the Velux last night but I wasn't really asleep. I'd gone to bed late/early surfing the net. I trawled through my blips from the first one searching sunsets and finding all sorts of interesting things - the death of a marriage and my one true relationship, memories of travel and far flung places and France and how my photos have deteriorated since I stopped using the G12 and got lazy with the camera phone - and of course Dame Helen and Iain Banks. I'm watching the programme about him now.

So here's the thing - I'm eligible for an upgrade and I need a phone with a larger internal memory. I also need a new MP3, my one is nearing its end, and I flirting with the idea of an e-reader. A swish phone and a tab, a less swish phone and a ... a swish phone and a .... 4 different bits of kit. My brain is hurting.

I did go into the O2 shop today at Kinnaird Park but they have such a rubbish queuing system, well no system at all, that I left, empty handed, empty brained. That was after a day at home, getting loads done and then doing B&Q, Pets at Home, O2 and the Body Shop. Spent oodles!