Under a cloud

His and hers mindmaps this morning to pin down The Cloud of Things That Must Be Done. Spent much of the day writing to solicitors, talking about stuff to neigbours. Felt disoriented and enervated this afternoon. Lorraine and I walked into town to upgrade my phone which was on its last iLegs, done by a charming man who told us that he had a photographic memory and Aspergers.

Home and fiddling with new phone, and trying to sort out a more general mail forwarding problem from one of my accounts, which ended with me deleting the account completely by mistake and having to have it reinstated. This made me somewhat sweary and proved a miserable way to spend Lorraine's last night of freedom.