OK Fred, I know you are not strange: it was just the way you were made and cannot help it. Just stay in the garden and make sure that everything remains organised.
In the meanwhile today was a peculiar day.
Yesterday afternoon I was sitting at my computer, minding my own business and a buzzing sound filled the air. I made an investigation and found that two bluebottles, the flies with the shiny pullovers, were flying around my widow. The bad thing about bluebottles is that they are fat and ugly and disgusting. The good thing is that they are perfect for elimation with a fly swatter, so I soon had three dead squashed blue bottles. Quick flash on to today. After lunch I was sitting in the living room relaxing with my iPad, a cup of tea, and a piece of chocolate and feeling contented that my Sunday was relaxed.
Suddenly it began to buzz. The re-incarnation had probably taken place, and I was again invaded by three bluebottles, circling around the curtain stripes. I was actually psychologically preparing for my after dinner sleep, but first of all I had business to settle. I managed to execute two of the invaders and then gave up, but they were on my trail. When I reached the bedroom they had followed me and were hovering around the window. I was armed. Within five minutes there were two dead bodies on the floor and the other three escaped through the window. I have no idea why I have been the chosen human for the week-end. I have not seen a specimen all summer. Perhaps they are panicking, because the hot summer weather is turning into cooler Autumn days and they realise that their days are counted. I actually manage to take an action photo, his last photo in this world.
The next peculiarity was that I discovered I could no longer send e-mails on my iPad. I very rarely actually send e-mails as prefer the Facebook messenger. It is cheaper and more efficient. However, last week I sent my cousins a mail, as one does not have facebook (they are twins) and it worked. Today I realised it was not working. I got a message from my supplier that the smtp path or whatever was out of action.
So the search began to cure this ailment. My iPhone was working with e-mails, only my iPad was not. Even my apple computer sent my e-mails. There was a lengthy comparison with my old iPad and new iPad and with Mr. Swiss iPad. I really did not want to call the help desk because it costs money and takes too long and I probably would not understand what the guy would be talking about in any case. Suddenly I noticed, in a strange place, that instead of a password I had an empty line. Mr. Swiss suggeted inserting a password, although it did say optional. And lo and behold it is now working. I did remain cool throughout the whole operation, but now I am a happy bunny. In the meanwhile I had mislaid my mobile phone, so Mr. Swiss had to call me. I heard ducks quacking somewhere (my mobile phone sound) and found it.
My world is now OK, although I had a few peculiar moments this afternoon.