I dooon't belieeeeeve !!I

What is it that I don't believe ? Last time I was in Sweden my good friends Goran and Anna connected me with a server, using a portable modem. This time I'm staying with Liz- Marie and Tosse, in Nasby Park, and Tosse just explained that he's not an expert but thinks this laptop should automatically go on line "wireless". That didn't mean a lot to me, being of the "steam radio" era, but, lo and behold, Tosse pressed a few keys. Up popped "Dora" and I am using this wireless connection (with Tosses' permission) - well, how about that? As long as I stay within this house I can go on line any time - and Tosse is more of an expert than he believes ...so there !! Today Anna L and I "crossed paths" in the air at Arlanda - she was on the way to Berlin to rehearse with their Philharmonic Orchestra for Aix, and I'm here to "have a breathe" with my other lovely "regulars". Yes, breathing can become a habit....indulge....At London Heathrow Airport I was about to "drop my bag", having already checked in on line, when a "helpful" old gentleman advised me to join a very long queue and not try to "jump it" by going to the baggage drop counter which was free. Explaining that I didn't need to do that, he argued with me for a few minutes whilst I tried to enlighten him on the art of checking in "on line". He shrugged his shoulders, looked at me, obviously branding me an idiot or senile, and muttered "Uuugh - wooomen" ! As the SAS lady took my bag on to the belt and it disappeared, she asked the old gentleman if she could check his ticket, allowing him to avoid the queue. Her smile disappeared - "I'm so sorry Sir, your flight closes in ten minutes. You can't possibly make it, you'll have to be re - scheduled on a later flight" . MEN !! Of course I'm teasin', I love 'em all . Just be careful of the helpful advice given to you by strangers at airports....The other evening I was giving a dinner party at my place and one of the guests spotted a tin of jelly beans,48 flavours, a present from New York via Anna L. The tin was opened and war broke out! The beans were emptied into a dish and the otherwise calm, sedate and frightfully polite guests turned into a group of naughty kids, each trying to secure their favourite flavour...never seen anything like it - I had no idea people were so passionate about jelly beans ! If you want a lively dinner party invest in a tinful and stand back - thankyou Anna x - k..p b.......g.....