When winter’s shadowy fingers
First pursue you down the street
And your boots no longer lie
About the cold around your feet
Do you spare a thought for summer whose passage is complete?
Whose memories lie in ruins
And whose ruins lie in heat?
Comes howling in
After the crazy manic week I’ve had today was an oasis of clam, albeit a cold, wet and windy oasis! Which is why apart from a couple of trips to drop off and pick up Lissi most of it was spent in doors keeping warm and sorting out the mp3 files on my HDD (removing duplicates, moving flac and wav files onto the other drive etc.
I did have a minor triumph though and that was to remove the partition between the C and D drives on one of the PCs and to extend the C drive from 29 to 39 gig thus giving it 10Gb more free space so hopefully it won’t keep clogging up.