No !!!!!!!! e-mails

I marvel at just how much we have come to rely on modern technology and how lost we are when it breaks down. Incredimail, the wonderful company that provides my e-mail service with lots of pictures and cartoons and fancy notifiers has taken a dislike to me. About 20 times a day it sends me a message to tell me that it can't send me any messages because my mailbox is full. This continues despite the fact that I have deleted every e-mail in my in box, every e-mail in my sent box and every e-mail in my deleted box. With much sorrow I have also deleted all those funny little messages you all send me that I keep in separate folders just in case I ever want to remind myself what it would be like if women ruled the world or 101 things sunday school children are alleged to have said or even better all those air brushed photographs of things that couldn't possibly ever have happened. I have even deleted the one showing the girl on the back of a Harley with a specially adapted bra to keep a bottle of Becks in - maybe I should have kept that one!
None of this is meant to imply that I am not grateful for all the bon mots that clutter my inbox or vex me as to who I can (or shouldn't) forward to. You know the sort of thing "send this to all the women you know and any man you think is big enough to take it" - why do I always get those - is someone trying to tell me something?
Anyway, I did all that and moments later "Ping" goes my notifier and the little duck comes into the corner of the screen to tell me that "we cannot send you any messages because your mailbox is full".
Maybe it will be better tomorrow but somehow I doubt it. Dear reader please keep sending me e-mails and one day I might just get them. Just in case I have taken a good old fashioned paper copy of my address book so if the whole thing just blows up at least I will still have all the contacts. - another happy evening to while away loading them all again.
A lesser technology has also featured in the Claus family activities this week. I shall restrict myself to this week even though I see it is several weeks since I last wrote. Mrs Prim and Proper in a bright orange T shirt and cream pedal pushers set the pulses racing at the beginning of the week. Reindeer Hugh gave chase and Mrs P&P pedalled off into the distance. Bodybuilder has just bought a new bike on the not unreasonable basis that he can no longer afford the petrol to go everywhere by car. This is rather different from JetSki boy who expects to go everywhere by car since passing his test and still has the belief that magic elves put diesel in it when he goes to bed. Pragmatist BodyBuilder - 40 people go to Southend for a rave = 10 cars. Idealist JetSki Boy goes to Southend for the ride - 7 people = 7 cars. I suppose realisation will set in eventually, closely followed by "I've got a job Dad" and "that's fine Mum I'll pay". Hmmm who am I trying to kid.
Anyway back to BodyBuilder and his bike. 14 gears, disc brakes, independent suspension - very good except that on day one of serious cycling his chain snapped and he had to call on good old Dad to go out in the silver sleigh to rescue him.
Even so, things are looking better in "the other job" with LBE paying up more than £150k out of the quarter of a million that is still owed from last year.The Board, who mistakenly think I work for them full time seem very pleased at this development. What did they expect, that I was going to reach into a big sack and produce it for them???? - I suppose they will want to sign up the tooth fairy next.
Glad to see from the Blog reports that I have a "follower". My dictionary gives one definition of such as "women of dubious repute who followed the armies to provide various personal services" Dear follower I am sure that does not apply to you (but if it does please don't let Mrs Claus see you lurking around the back of the grotto)
Enough, no more, 'tis not so sweet as it was before - as the good bard said so I shall sign off until the next time I get around to writing. Not such a long interval next time I promise, possibly