Posted by Tania Kindersley.
A million apologies for no blog today. The internet broke.
I got halfway through writing a rather long and winding post, discovered that I had no access to the outside world, and stopped. Just checked now on my way up to bed, and there is a signal again, so, instead of leaving it to tomorrow like a normal person, I must quickly write a word, through squinting eyes. Because otherwise you shall think I am dead in a ditch, and that will never do.
Is it strange that I find myself, at ten past twelve at night, reassuring people I have never met, many of whom live in different time zones, about something over which they are almost certainly not worrying?
Or actually, is that the very lovely thing about the whole global village thing?
And yet, and yet. You must you must have your picture of The Pigeon. That is a universal imperative, and brooks no argument:
Ah. That’s better.