The Lost Post
I wrote a second post today - in Notepad, which is where I always write them before transferring them to Blogger, because Blogger has been known to wipe posts during the publishing process.
But I then closed Notepad without saving it and wiped my own post without any help from third party software failures.
It was a failure of my personal software, one of those increasingly common aberrations that make you think that if Death is the ruffian on the stair, then Senility is his gofer who turns the landing light out so you won't see Death coming.
These morbid musings are also prompted by something I did the other day.
Before going out I put a packet of cigarettes in my pocket. When I stopped for a cigarette on the shopping precinct I was startled to find that the pack of twenty I took from my pocket was actually a pack of eight and was an unfamiliar yellow colour. It was a packet of eight beef stock cubes.
A middle-aged man standing outside the newsagent, staring in bewilderment at a packet of stock cubes is not something that would raise eyebrows in my village, where at least 20% of the population are as mad as goats. And I suppose there would only be cause for concern if I had tried to light one or gone back to the boy in the newsagent and said "I asked for Silk Cut, not Knorr........ palming me off with these when you know I smoke low tar........beef flavour cigarettes!.......the world's gone mad!"