This morning we had a very short but very violent storm. There were some tremendous crackles and bangs, and then the lights went out and the fire alarm began to shriek.
When the fire alarm stopped shrieking, I fixed the blown fuse, but discovered that our British Telecom "home hub" had ceased to work. As a result, there is no internet connection in the Historical House, and here I am in the delightful temple to art and silence, the Scottish Poetry Library.
I don't expect internet at home for the next three to five days, so blogging and answering emails may be sporadic.
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