On Wednesday evening my kindle suddenly became unresponsive, and two thoughts went through my head immediately: now what am I going to read, and I'll have to phone tech support. I try everything before I call tech support. In the end I was able to re-set it though I have no idea what I did to cause it to freeze. I was just going to write a review of a book that I'd just finished. Anyway, if you ever have this problem, maybe I can help.
Reading has been something that I've enjoyed since my first day of school in the first grade. My teacher used to let me help the second graders with their reading in the little country school I started out in. Being the eldest, I was supposed to look after my younger brothers and sister while our mother did the chores before supper. My brother James always loved to eat strange things like the burnt head of a match, and he had a piece of coal that he hid behind the fridge so no one would steal it (as if we would!) that he nibbled on. One afternoon while I was reading instead of paying attention to James, he went out into the 'smokehouse' where the hams were cured and came back to the house eating what I thought was poison! Dad had to put down poison for the mice, of course. My poor mother was so frightened as I was too. She tried to get him to vomit by feeding him raw egg, shortening anything she could think of and nothing. James was the only one of us who would take cod liver oil willingly. For James's sake and ours we discovered my mistake. He'd been eating ashes! I 'd like to say I never read again while looking after them, but that's just not true.
BTW, I've changed the title of my blog slightly. One of my multiply friends is very interested in the origin of English expressions and his post the other day was 'third time lucky'. Unfortunately, he avoids anything that has to do with google, so we won't see him here. And tomorrow I'll be writing my last post on multiply which I'll also post here.