Back from the Dead

That's not me - that's the computer. The screen went black, the brainbox went bang and I went barmy. Talk about the rural backwater - I feel as if I've been cut off from civilisation for ever. The blog is bereft; Ravelry is buzzing away; knitters the world over are knitting and chatting and generally having a good time and I am sitting in a Victorian agricultural worker's cottage in the back end of nowhere tearing out my hair.

My address book has gone down a black hole (though there may be hope of getting it back, when I can work out how to do it), so if you want me to get in touch with you, you will have to get in touch with me first. Does that make sense? It sounds slightly Irish to me (don't start writing in - I love the Irish, I'm married to one, after all).

So that's where I've been. More later.