Trundling unwillingly on a treadmill at lunchtime, I was stopped in my tracks by news flashing across the screen regarding the Air France flight that "disappeared" off the radar. We live in a small, super-connected world studded with prying satellite technology that can detect a mouse moving in the desert - and yet it still remains possible for an enormous hunk of metal carrying in excess of 200 souls to vanish without trace. Sobering.

Channel-hopping, I stumbled on Susan Boyle performing on Britain's Got Talent on Saturday night. I feel like the only person on earth not caught up in all the hype surrounding that story. I saw an exploited, middle-aged woman bemused by the sudden frenzy of interest after decades of being ignored. Still, that's some voice she's been blessed with. *

Today was Children's Day. My wife took three of them (aged six, five and two) by train to the beach at Nairn. They had a ball. Good job! What a star she is.

I'm gagging for a game of Scrabble but this pesky clunker of a computer is toiling to connect. I'm going to start enterting competitions to win computers because by the time I'll be able to afford one Scrabble will have been consigned to the museum of antiquity.

(* Turns out I'm not alone on that one.
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