One week ago, I blogged the nightmare of a diary wiped completely, as if its contents had never been.
On Saturday, having received the 2006 filofax diary insert from SPCK, I spent a frustrating couple of hours writing up all my engagements for the next few months and reminding myself how it feels to carry around a bulging folder...
Today, at 5.25 precisely, LoudBoy, who had been playing with the Psion shrieked
"Mummy, I've found your diary!"
Somehow, for some unfathomable reason, the psion had elected to open a new diary on top of my original...It wasn't until LoudBoy was trying to get rid of all my files before taking over the psion as an extra techie toy that this new diary, untouched by curate's hand, was persuaded to depart....leaving my original sitting happily below. It's ALL THERE.
Every. Last. Word.
I know I ought to be happy (specially if we really can persuade one of the PCs on our network to accept the psion software, so that backing up is a real option) but actually this feels like the unkindest cut of all. If it's broken, I don't want it fixed just after I've worked out an alternative action plan. So, excuse me but I'm going off to my sulking spot. It looks very comfy tonight.