After last week’s mini catastrophe, I think this week’s been rather a success. I have managed (a) not to destroy my computer; (b) not to destroy my poor, lovely husband’s belief that I’m basically a good person; and (c) to find something more fabulous than the fabulous cord I lost. Any one of those things is frankly cause for celebration in my book.
It’s funny how things can turn on a sixpence (…