I’m posting this explanation now as a safety net, while I have an internet connection for the duration of this train journey (one hour fifteen minutes – lucky I can type fast).T
This is the thing: I’ve had to come up to mum’s to look after her. She fell over in the garden trying to deadhead a bastard dandelion and cracked her head open on the metal post of the washing line.
She also broke her wrist and has a plaster cast on it, roughly the weight of a full bottle of Bollinger.
When you are 89, live alone and are in quite frail health anyway, this is a crisis. Mind you not being able to make a cup of tea and take off your dressing gown unaided would be a crisis for any of us.
So I’m up at my mum’s where the internet is that annoying thing they keep making references to on the wireless. I can’t blog from my iPhone, or my Kindle (although I did try) and my dongle doesn’t work at her house. And internet cafes no longer exist. I found that in New York two years ago.
I had to pop down to London for a meeting this morning, hence this brief spell of patchy connection (at a cost of £8 on top of the fare of £120, for a torturously slow link, thank you Mr Branson, you may now buy another island).
I have Saturday’s blog all picture researched and ready to go, but if I can’t get online back at my mum’s this afternoon with the new dongle I’ve just bought, I won’t be able to post it until I’m home on Saturday night. Sigh…
So please bear with me. Normal service will resume shortly – and the picture above is a hint at what’s in store.
And as, if you are reading this, you have a fully functioning internet connection, may I suggest you go to Google and type in the words ‘Mercury retrograde’.
Thank you xxx