Dearest readers,

My friends I have to convey grave news, brace yourselves. My computer (and another shop laptop have been stolen) from our shop yesterday along with a drawer of cash. My little smudgy laptop with it's case cracks at the surface where wrist meets mac-plastic, with it's wonderfully crammed desktop and all my Saipua secrets - often held just beyond a spinning rainbow beachball.

I wish I had been coming back from lunch with Nea just as the fucker was sneaking out, she could have launched right for his balls and I would have kicked him in the face and told him to call his mother or something. I assume of course it was a man but you never know. This is no time for political correctness. MY ICELAND PHOTOS!

Fortunately we have an incredible IT guy (again, is there ever the IT-girl?) who just last week set us all up to automatically back up remotely to some sort of information rainbow cloud. We'll see if the last backup was after I uploaded 3000 photographs of moss covered hills and magic icelandic ponies.

I should go finish some flowers at the shop. I made the coffee too strong and it's bitter.

Till soon, all yours -

Sarah