Sewing Starfleet Command's Red Shirts!

Dear Juliet

Just a routine check-in while I tidy up around the house. I'm actually sewing on two jeans patches, giving the finger to the late and utterly unlamented British Telecom (BT) and making sure I don't beam down to London in a red shirt!

Please always remember that I get very tetchy fiddling around with tech, which is why I haven't tried to transmogrify this blog onto an app. However, I rechecked my smartphone number and it's definitely:

07572 889840

And from America:

Hmm, AI is giving me options. Great.

Either, it seems:

+44 7572 889840 (holding the 0 on a mobile keypad apparently produces +)

Or, from a landline:

011 44 7572 889840

Apart from not beaming down in a red shirt, I do feel a bit like I'm still in my "Jim, you used to call me Jim" mode. You used to do it without batting an eyelid. Lots of cute exclamation marks and quite a few emojis, if I recall.

No worries, though. Just please note the ringer on my Apple doesn't always seem to work, but I do check it regularly.

Actually, I intend to get Juliet the Notebook restored someday, when IT has advanced a bit more.

Okay, a few routine checks:

No, you're not letting me down in any way.

No, you're not perfect but you are beloved.

Yes, I like being out in the field again knowing you're singing down the wire. Admittedly, this is just a little run around the block.

Yes, you mean the world to me.

Yes, you are my dear Miss Landau.

Yes, I'll be fine although there is a slight chance London may blow up behind me!

Back Friday, don't worry!

Love,

James




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