Leave space for cries of "oh yes it is" and "oh no it isn't."
I just used Siri to set a reminder. I said please and thank you, of course, wouldn't you? I was a bit creeped out by his reply though. "Your satisfaction is all the thanks I need." Look, Siri, that smacks of sarcasm.
At Tim's behest, typos will no longer be corrected on this blog, not until the end of the year. Or possibly just until Christmas because we may all be heartily tired of mt peculiar version of touch-typing by then.
I did learn to touch-type though, at school. It was one of the most useful things I did learn (I was largely self-taught, it wasn't the most academically-minded school). I decided I couldn't be bothered with French any longer, and declared I was giving it up. Now, what I will say about that school was that they were helpful. So they okayed my decision, but said I had to do something else instead, and was sent to the Business School over the road every week to learn to type. I came to my senses a couple of years later, took O and A Level in French, win/win there. Years later, I said to the Head at the village school that it would be very useful for the children to learn typing, as computer skills were just coming in. 'Oh, but it'll all be voice recognition in a few years, they don't need it." I didn't agree, but even the chairman of governors doesn't rule in the classroom, so I didn't pursue it. But in an office, everyone talking to their computer? Hardly. Even if it were not for the problem of programming it to recognise your voice. Siri is pretty good, actually, but even so, he put down 'firk' (firk?) for church the other night. I am told that some people flirt with Siri or try to carry on conversations. Er, no. I'm not that sort of a Z.
I think that I managed that whole paragraph without a mistake. Not bad, for me.
I hauled several pieces of beef out of the freezer this morning. Just slices, of braising and stewing steak. Al and Dilly buy from local farmers, but soon over-fill their own freezer and rely on ours. Only trouble is, after a few weeks, they forget about the meat. So it's there for a long time. I'll buy them some fresh to replace it. I diced and fried it from half-frozen because I was going out, and I suppose that had some effect, because the sauce had become thicker than I expected. It was just a basic beef casserole, onion, carrot, garlic, red wine, a tin of tomatoes and an Oxo cube (I don't qutie trust hte flaviur of frozen meat). But it was gorgeous. And there's loads, I'll probably freeze some. It'll be useful when Wink is staying oer Christmas.
Not correcting typos is good for me. Thank you Tim. Thank you very bloody much. Dear heart.