Oh, that's very good, acpartsman.
I agree; so much is going on in people's live that 24 hours a day don't suffice.
It was a gabby team when I was on WCG in my second inning - 2011-13.
However, I don't recall meeting you at that particular time.
Never mind. Now I have.
Went to the Edwardian's page.
The crunching is almost down to zero when you are not at home

I would have remembered you.
3,000+ Boyd Bears and their owner are not easily forgotten.
In fact I tend to remember most of the crunchers I have been into contact with here
if we have had some conversation and they tell me a bit about themselves.
Knowing their location helps a lot. Geography means a lot to me as an *ezelsbruggetje*
USA is fine, but a state on top of USA is even finer.

Nothing wrong with a selective memory, acpartsman.
Until clinical dementia of some sort sets in, I think a selective memory is fine.
You tend to remember what is important to you.
You put bad things in the back of your mind. Even apply denial.
You put good things in the front of your mind.
Each and every cruncher I get to know is important to me.
They are my chosen family, you could say.
I guess it's therefore
my brain,
my mind,
and my heart remembers

Stumbling in in order to synchronise the picture <---- far back of 'Backbeat' in action with the link to where it is now found in my Facebook thing neatly organised in albums, I realise that noone talks here, so here's a birch report:

The sun shines on them as was it paid to do it, and for sheer joy, the twigs - well, even the branches - wave to me
- perfect drying-clothes-on-the-clothesline-weather

hi seems as if new computer wasnt

snt connected sorted now though