My state of the art diagnostic system picked up the hosting failure about 12 hours after the site went off line. Yes an email complaining bitterly that the sender had already expended their “looking out of the window time” because the hedgehog was in “deep burrow”
I’ll not bore you with the details although Andy Armstrong, who is all things webhost to a few of us vanity publishers, was heard to say something like “booseless shucking phosting pompany“.
Make of that what you can.
Much to tell including my first bin bag experience, a nasty lurgey which I’m thinking of as a “seven chapter experience” and – this is the REALLY exciting bit – the ordering of the new structure to house the beer fridge.
Might be a while, much going on in the day job. Until then, feast your eyes on something that would define lunacy in a picture dictionary.