First my camera went. Four to six weeks to fix I've been told. I'll take that as eight to ten weeks. Then my computer died. Notoriously buggy automatic update of Adobe Flash caused corruption according to my IT guru. Then last night the oven finally gave up the ghost. Plans for roast dinner aborted. If I was a paranoid person I might start to feel that technology was against me.
On a different note, Grace told me that her breakfast porridge looked like a graveyard.
Feels wrong to post without photos so things might be quiet around these parts for a while.
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