blogging virginity

Having spent months and months reading blogs, I realise now I know absolutely nothing about computers. I think i saved a photo yesterday, meaning to put it on my profile, but its obviously floating out in the blogosphere as we speak. I hope to God it doesn't end up being photoshopped (whatever that is) and winding up on the front page of the Sun as "gay parish priest's secret shame", or worse, shaking Bertie's hand on a poster. Anyway we all survived yesterday's departure, although the house is very quiet. this is added to by the fact that son number two is in Dublin, working with Joe Higgin's election team. I think it must have been all the woody guthrie songs he heard as a child. Still it could have been worse. He heard a lot of John martyn growing up too!