WHEN I MISS YOU

This is what I do when I miss you: I look at photographs. I lost all my Vermaaklikheid and Hogsback pics when my laptop was stolen (when I get upset about that, I think of Bea who lost two laptops in one theft), but Debra gave me all her pics, and I found someone's pics of Janine's surprise party on a memory stick that does not belong to me. I think it's labelled "Futuregrowth", and whoever is its rightful owner can claim it back.

So, here are some pics of the brilliant party Chip and Jerm threw on December 31. I wish I could have that party over again.



There's more on the way; unfortunately this post is competing with the Florida primary's results coming in. My favourite, Mrs Clinton, is beating Barack Obama to a pulp: with 91% of the votes counted, she's 17% ahead. Don't get me wrong - I think Obama is completely fantastic. But he's still a ghost in his own story. She, on the other hand, may wail like a banshee sometimes, but she's brilliant. The frightening prospect is of that unspeakably dull John McCain actually having to campaign. Three months of his face on TV and in the newspapers cannot be contemplated. And he is unstoppable, even though he hasn't won even 40% of the Republican primaries.