View from the Queue

as I waited at the bakery

In the techno war of attrition, it turns out that the hard disc is trashed and needs to be sent off to Apple for an extortionate fee. Thankfully the backup is up to date and I have a spare machine so I can work, but might to go manual on the VAT return.

D still in France, and in her first week in Manchester, R has the inevitable too-many-late-nights sore throat, and a new piercing.