I am not dead. I have had an evil, wheezy chesty cough for a while now. Every day I believe it will be better, and every tomorrow it is worse. I am really bored with it now.
I have a nice new job, and potential new running route, scoped out at beginning and end. But I get a pounding heart from 2 flights of stairs because I just can’t drag in enough oxygen. And I then go and cough over my nice sparkly new colleagues. Just when I am trying to convince them I am an upstanding member of society.
And for some reason my photos aren’t uploading to Google automatically, which means I could reach for my phone and encourage it to do so. But it is a long way down (I am on a kitchen stool, the phone is in my bag on the floor). And the photos from my camera are on wee Macpooter, not this machine. And of course iCloud exists in a different space-time continuum depending on which machine you use.
Imagine a picture of Little Venice near Paddington, in the winter sun. It is nice. Or click on the link, it will only transport you to Wikipedia.