Spring-spring, spring-spring

From now on, I’ll take everything meteorologists predict with a pinch of salt. Contrary to the latest forecast, the previous night wasn’t freezing. When I checked the temperature in the middle of the night - needless to say I was up again - the mercury on the thermometer read +11°C. I first blamed the app on my mobile phone for not refreshing the data, but it turned out eventually that it wasn’t its fault. The outside temperature was high and remained only a few degrees higher during the day.

I was quite pleased with this early late spring weather and thought Abby would like it, too, during our afternoon stroll. How is the phrase? It is human to err, isn’t it? So, despite the sunshine and the pleasant, warm air, Abby got stubborn and wouldn’t move as we reached the first hundred metres. I could see her paws stuck to the pavement, preventing her from walking longer. I spared her from this ordeal and took her home at once. I was a tad disappointed, though. But as the French say, c’est la vie.

However, despite my disappointment in the failed walk after returning home, I came to terms with it. As we approached the house, the chimney sweep greeted me with a huge smile. I wasn't happy to see him because I knew his presence could only mean one thing: payment time. I wasn't grumpy with him since I'd known him for a few years. After all, it's his job; he is a nice guy. He did some paperwork, checked the boiler and the chimney, and went off before I could have said Burma.

So, after the chimney sweeper left, I buckled down to another prompt writing session. Since Ági had some issues with using AI, I thought I would write her a prompt that helps her define her aims by interacting with ChatGPT and describing her goals, then let the AI help her craft a helpful prompt that the AI can work with. I still need to enhance it further, but it is already useful, so fingers crossed that it will turn out well. I love improving my prompt writing technique.

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