Sorry for the radio silence everybody, but my flat was broken into last week. We had our laptops taken and Mr V lost his Nikon camera. Suffice to say that blogging, apart from being impossible without camera, computer or internet access, has been the last thing on my mind.
I guess anyone out there who has suffered a burglary or had stuff stolen will know that the heartbreak of losing a personal computer is not so much the loss of the computer as what was stored on it. My life was on that thing. I used it for freelance work, I used it for storing photos, I used it to promote my dancing and I used it for blogging. I can't tell you how sick with sadness I feel when I think of the years of photos I have lost on that thing and that some creep somewhere is obliterating all of them. Precious memories of our travels, photos of me performing in Spain, photos of times spent with my family in Australia. Now all gone. I didn't have back ups and I am really, really angry with myself for being so idiotic. Staggeringly the only place I have a selection of some of those photos is on this blog.
I have a couple of draft posts to share and I am aware that I owe many blogging friends a visit, but I have limited internet access at the moment and a hell of a lot of things to sort out, so I may be quieter than usual until Mr V and I get back on our feet. Hopefully it won't be too long.
PUT DOWN THE STONES
16 hours ago