I can’t see into your living room, dear reader, but I bet you’re happier than me. I got back to Ghent in the early afternoon and have spent north of five hours making my communication life work again.

I’ve had it with the one in a thousand human beings who rip people off … most especially their cell phones.

Leaning on the counter of my internet service provider as the rep gave me my phone options and tried to encourage me about whether I’d lost everything.

Almost two hours on a phone call with Google, with a most dedicated human being stretching her mind to do all she could for me.

Working on my own to reinstall and recover apps that I need and love.

Here’s the bottom line: we recovered all my contacts and e-mails, and my WhatsApp chats up till mid-June. But all my photos are lost on the wind.

On Sunday we fly to Senegal and at least I have a phone. I can write blog posts and include pictures. Hopefully I can attend a few Evolutionary Collective Zoom meetings. I can e-mail.

Why are there thieves in the world and people who kill? Really in my life I’ve been touched so little by the bad stuff. This is bad but certainly not horrible. Still, I’m grumpy.

I wanted to tell you today about Katherine and Francesca, two marvelous servers at my breakfast place in London. But tight lips do not create sweet words.

There is a positive here: I’m one determined human being. I will make life work if it’s the death of me!

Just a figure of speech

See you tomorrow