Crap

A cold, wet, miserable Sunday in June = opportunity to do those dull things that get saved for such a day.

Whilst sorting through some stuff in the wardrobe, a container of floppy disks hurled itself out and onto the floor. Most contain files from my PhD. Files that I should have saved onto a newer type of storage before floppies became obsolete. Strangely though, I can't quite part with them, even though I have no means of accessing their data anymore.

On a tangent, I'm hemorrhaging subscribers at the mo. If I blip journal stuff they go, if I do a 'Thursday' blip they go, if I don't blip, they go. Hey ho.