Spent the day on Internet and computer work. While away, and at the mercy of cybercafes, I experienced great difficult collecting mail from my main mail server. The daughter did some vodoo with her unix server down in the depths of SW London, and , lo an behold, I could now collect my mail through her facility. But, hold hard Horatio, what's this? 16 copies of the same e-mail? Someone's been at the bottle and hit return too many times? . . no . . need to change from the pop to the imap (whatever they might be!) All better now, . . except . . can't dial in the usual way, have to set up a new dial up connection, bi-passing the ISP's 'automatic' mail collection via pop. . . got it? . . . Right , so what you're saying is that Ben has some sort of connection with Glory? thwack!
Rest of the technology time, uploaded more French cruising pics. Just for you, Dot, a couple of glimpses of MWNN (I can't believe that gave you sleepless nights! - so you must have missed the Van Cleef reference on the Friday 13th log from Toul?)