Doing my best to get back in the saddle again

Up again early enough to start work on Vagn’s memoirs before turning to more lucrative matters. Ottawacker Jr. decided he needed a “serious bathroom visit” at the time he was due to leave for school, so I was called in as an emergency driver. Not sure how serious the bathroom visit was, but it meant I got the snow brushed off the car in exchange: quid pro quo and all that jazz.
 
I spent much of the day engaged in translation – and stopped on and off to do a little more of the editing of Vagn’s memoirs. They are very other worldly – and I find it hard to square the dreams and hopes he must have had in 1950s’ Denmark with how I saw him last in Sarnia last year, aged 98. Life. It’s not for the faint of heart.
 
The Intelcomm pick up arrived early afternoon, a woman called A. Instead of knocking at the front door and waiting to receive the parcel, she knocked at the front door and went for a walk round the back of the house. This meant that when I opened the door, there was nobody there. She eventually showed herself again and had the good grace to look sheepish. If she is typical of the people they hire at Intelcomm, it explains a lot.
 
Later on in the day, I was checking email on my gmail account, when I noticed a message at the top of the page, where Google now accepts “sponsored messages”. It was basically one of those “political messages” that revolve essentially around “political interference”. The message was anti-Mark Carney, who is currently PM. Anyway, the point wasn’t so much that it was a terrible, blatantly photoshopped photo (see blip), but that Google had placed it at the top of my email in my own personal email account. How the hell do they get away with that?