20.12
Bredonborough.
Oh no! Oh no! Coming down into the Cellar last night, jet-lagged, the external HD with my working files fell off the computer. El crumpo! down the stairs. Oh no! Oh no!
Not much I could do with this in the early hours, dribbling and pitiful, so rising at 10.00 and straight over to Bredonborough Computers. They called shortly afterwards: not. Terror! Horror! Awfulness arising!
To e-furying, following a week with The OCG VII mostly offline.
Shopping and preparing crispy salad for the MinxLunch.
Dampness, greyness and wisteria by the back door I…
II...
… and an afternoon visit to the next level of disc recovery in Cheltenham.
Returning in the rain to acquire an anniversary card for our local chums, on their 26th. Anniversary. Delivering this personally to the next village, on handing it to SheMatey with congratulations on their twenty-six years, snuffling through an extreme cold: I deserve a medal.
E-furying, supper, more e-furying and to gentle.
Bredonborough.
Oh no! Oh no! Coming down into the Cellar last night, jet-lagged, the external HD with my working files fell off the computer. El crumpo! down the stairs. Oh no! Oh no!
Not much I could do with this in the early hours, dribbling and pitiful, so rising at 10.00 and straight over to Bredonborough Computers. They called shortly afterwards: not. Terror! Horror! Awfulness arising!
To e-furying, following a week with The OCG VII mostly offline.
Shopping and preparing crispy salad for the MinxLunch.
Dampness, greyness and wisteria by the back door I…
II...
… and an afternoon visit to the next level of disc recovery in Cheltenham.
Returning in the rain to acquire an anniversary card for our local chums, on their 26th. Anniversary. Delivering this personally to the next village, on handing it to SheMatey with congratulations on their twenty-six years, snuffling through an extreme cold: I deserve a medal.
E-furying, supper, more e-furying and to gentle.
