Pumpkin Delivery Time

Apparently, there is a scheduled outage at 12.00 PDT today on Blogger. What does this mean? I'll tell you what it means because it happened to me once before and caught me out. It means that if I write a blog and publish a blog at the wrong moment i.e outage time, it might disappear forever, never to be seen again, which would cause me no end of angst as I hate to see hard work go to waste, especially mine.

Andy says, 'write your blog in Word and then cut and paste it to Blogger, then you won't lose anything.'

Ah, but hubbly has much misplaced faith in my cutting and pasting ability. I can cut and paste, I know I can, but every now and again I have a touch of the idiot mist descend over my IT skills and things go AWOL in the ether. So I prefer to blog straight onto Blogger. Andy reckons it's because I am stubborn. Ridiculous thought!

And now it is 4.23 p.m British Summer Time and I am thinking, 'How does that equate to 12.00 PDT and am I safe to blog? What does PDT stand for anyway? Are we ahead of America or behind America? (I mean in time, not in anything else. Clearly us Brits are streets ahead in terms of historical value, culture, manners and general finesse!) 'T' must stand for 'Time'. But 'P' and 'D'? 'Pumpkin Delivery,' maybe? Americans like pumpkins. But it isn't pumpkin season yet and I know this because my three pumpkin plants have only 4 leaves each, no sign of a pumpkin yet (but I DID find my first two baby tomatoes today whilst on watering and side shoot pinching duties this morning!)

Or maybe it means 'Panda Dancing Time.' Perhaps the pandas are being outed, perhaps their houses need cleaning and the panda keepers have scheduled today at 12 in order to do this? Or perhaps it is 'Pringle Dipping Time!' Oh yes! But I have no Pringles because, well, you know me and Pringles, so they don't even cross the threshold of Much Malarkey Manor.

Last time there was a scheduled outage and I got caught out, I carefully made a note of the time differences and filed the carefully made note away for future reference. Can I remember where I filed the note? Can I heck! I've had about 4 tidy-ups since then.

Anyway, enough burble, what have I done today? I have done some swimming, I have done some writing. I have done some housework, I have done some gardening. I have done some 'I no longer require this material possession' therapy and am thinking maybe a boot fair would be in order to turn these possessions into cash for my 'buy a pair of piggies' fund. I'm not keen on boot fairs. I've only ever done one before and was alarmed at the way people SWOOPED on my boot before I'd even got the trestle table out. If I decide to do a boot fair, a big stick for beating back the crowds will be in order. And I won't be haggled with, either.

Stubborn, you see.