I do feel a fool. I wrote two long paragraphs, and then noticed that my internet connection was down. It wouldn’t come back, so I restarted the home hub and booster, and then, as that didn’t work, I saved what I’d written (how sensible, how provident) and restarted the computer.
That worked. Pity that I just saved and didn’t copy onto a Word or similar document.
It’s gone forever, can’t be arsed to write it twice. One more reason (apart from no talent and nothing to say) why I’ll never write a book. I would never bother with the honing and fine-tuning, let alone the proof reading.
Anyway, Tilly enjoyed her roast lamb today. I couldn’t manage all my dinner, so I suggested to the Sage that she might like salmon tomorrow. He quietly polished it off for me. There’s still some lamb, though. He did wonder, this morning, if we should buy chickens and cook them specially for her? I explained that I can cook for ourselves and save her bits, and also reassured him that I’ll leave enough for her next month when I’m away for a week.
Don’t worry, darlings, I’ll take my phone and blog from Scotland.