Feeling ever more like a marsupial, (or being male should that be a Pa-Supial) with Squeaky stuffed down the front of my shirt as if she was in my pouch.
There is good news and bad news. The good news is that Squeaky is eating like a horse, drinking like me in the bad old days, and is half way to being litter trained. The other good news is that it looks increasingly likely that we shall be getting the vast majority, if not all, of my missing data back tomorrow.
The bad news is that it is taking longer than we, or the data recovery people, had hoped and so we won't be back operational until later tomorrow.
There will, I am afraid, not be blogs tomorrow morning, and a magazine this weekend is looking increasingly unlikely. I hope that you all will forgive me...