:kicks firefox:

You know, when I have to forcible crash you when you stop responding, could you please be *consistent* about being cranky on re-start?

So far, I am used to you :

Losing all the tabs.
ignoring some and coming up with blank pages.
re-setting to the tabs of 3 days ago.

...coming up with only one window's worth is a new one, though.

(to make this clear : I normally have about 3-4 windows with multiple tabs - one for 'groups',one for 'muppets' (individual journals) and one with my email stuff in. This time? just the groups. which is the biggest. WTF?)

In other news, I'm pondering what other charity induces as much automatic guilt if you aren't wearing a badge/ribbon/rubber chicken pinned to you as poppies do. Seriously. I'm on my fifth. Due to going out this morning in just my hoodie (poppy is on coat - coat is on its fourth) and passing the british legion guys (who had army trucks on the pier) and got guilt-spasm. Poppy sellers out in force today in Falmouth. Every shop had a box and every other shop had a seller standing outside it.

You could see those not wearing poppies getting this 'oh god social faux-pas mortification' expression when they got near them and fishing out their spare change. They'd been passing them by for the last 2 weeks and now it's saturday before Remembrance. Not to mention people feel this urge to *replace* them if they get lost. (I think the flimsy pin is on purpose)

Also, is it me, or has the whole social faux pas thing gotten a lot bigger in recent years? Everyone I've seen on tv as a presenter of some sort is wearing one. Everyone at a public occasion if they were a performer is wearing one, unless it clashes with their outfit as part of a show. I'm sure it was only the Blue Peter presenters and the newsreaders when I was younger. Not all politicians wore them, I know that.

Merlin : please keep upping the morally complex stuff and Arthur being forced to look at his own opinions, please.

stuff

So, today. I got up, went to find brekkies (3 bakers before I found one that was a) open and b) had croissants left. Got such things as deodorant and ibuprofen and fisherman's friends and lunch for train tomorrow. Came across the kilted and bagpiped and army uniformed lot who'd just done Remembrance Sunday on way back.

Came back, read a bit of the economist, and then embarked on walk to Swanpool (round the headland) to get head cleared and make me feel like I'd done something. Slight spitting. Got to rain. By the time I got to Gyllyngvase, it was pissing it down and blowing a gale. Which didn't let up until part-way *back* from Swanpool. ...At least the people with dogs had a reason to be out there. Jeans still in process of drying out. This is why I always suspect Truro town centrer is not part of Cornwall proper, since it's flat and the weather there doesn't laugh in the face of brollys.

Windsurfer boys : attracted to horrific weather. Have good photos. Feel strange urge to watch Shelter. Can't think why.

On the way back, saw contingent of locals. in bathing suits. Swimming in the sea. Can only conclude it's the local mental institute. jamjar informs me that I am hallucinating.

Flung myself on the mercy of De Wynns with the plaintive cry of 'tell me you have veggie soup left'.

Now going through flist (or at least opening tabs for later reading) while trying to sort nano out in head.