Saturday, June 29, 2013
UNE SERIE NOIRE...
Time to get over the barrier of not wanting to write a new post. I'm not going to go on about how life is a rollercoaster, although that bloody song has been stuck in my head for the past six weeks and it's probably stuck in yours now. Suffice to say, a series of unexpected events has occurred recently, including but not limited to: my car being stolen, me having French lessons, then going to Paris and having a lovely time, Lola having a serious freak accident while I was in Paris (she's ok now), me seeing Patti Smith at the Royal Festival Hall with C, going on a whirlwind trip to Andalusia, and thanks to Google, losing every single image from this blog - all 2,500 of them going back to 2006 - which can only be rectified by me manually. re-uploading. every. single. image. one. by. one. Which I'm doing, but this takes hours and hours and days of mind numbingly tedious work. Although I now don't trust Google for a second so I don't know what I'm going to do about being trapped in their clutches in future. And there will possibly be a post forthcoming, warning people how not to get all your blog images surprise irrevocably deleted by Google at some point. So that happened, and a load of other stuff - some really, really bad, and some really, really good.
Here is a token picture of what the sun is supposed to look like, and does, in Andalusia.