So I find myself on Saturday and Sunday sitting around with a strange feeling of something being wrong either with myself or with the world in general. It's a difficult feeling to explain, something like sitting with your back to an open doorway – something that puts you on edge.
Then it hits me – it's because the comments system on this blog has been playing silly buggers.
I must admit I possibly wouldn't have noticed if Vic hadn't emailed me, I would have just thought that people weren't interested in discussing 'non-ambulance' stuff.
(By the way, thanks Vic for letting me know – it's much appreciated)
Some people have taken to emailing me what they would have otherwise put in the comments box, but it's not the same. Emails to me don't spark up that reader-to-reader conversation that I love to read. This blog has become so important to me that when it isn't working properly it drives me mad.
So I've been moping around the house, unable to do anything to fix the problem apart from email America. It's partly that impotence that has been annoying me all day. Normally if I have a problem, then I would do something to fix it.
It doesn't help that I've also had a problem with my Macbook's battery at the same time; after calibrating it for the first time it refuses to charge (or allow me to reset the power management unit). So I'm stuck awaiting a replacement from Apple.
Once more, nothing that I'm able to do is immediately able to fix the problem and so I find myself wanting to pace up and down while growling at the people around me.
Just another character flaw.
But at least I'm back to work later today.