Yesterday I reached another milestone on the road to corporeal dissolution, speeded on my journey by the vast numbers of cigars I’d smoked, and the immoderate quantities of wine and brandy I’d drunk while Matt and Charlie were here. They arrived on Friday and went on Monday evening. I thoroughly enjoyed their stay.
Not only am I rapidly running out of time, but Steve Jobs’s failure to mention on Monday what will happen to iDisk once Mobile Me is replaced by iCloud, suggests that iWeb’s days are likewise numbered. The computer press is unperturbed by this believing that Facebook and Twitter have made it redundant. This may be true for the acne generation, for the semi-literate who find 140 characters more than sufficient to express their half-baked ‘ideas’, and for the super-egoists who broadcast their every bowel movement to their moronic ‘followers’. But for us simple narcissists, who like to hone a phrase even though we know it’s purely for self-consumption, the death of iWeb will be a tragedy.
On a brighter note this year’s card count is up: five* actual cards (plus an e card) including one each from three of my four surviving children: Eccoli:
Pat
Sophy & Adam 
Candy & Quinn
Matt & Charlie
Chris
*Stop Press: a sixth card, from Debbie, arrived 9th June
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