A small disaster has struck (can you have such a thing as a small disaster?). Having waited all day for two essays to be emailed to me, and beginning to think uncharitable thoughts about the non-emailers, I have discovered that the server I still use occasionally for medical-type emails has developed a glitch. The error message reads:
“The xxxx e-mail service is temporarily unavailable. This may be due to a brief inter-server commmunication problem or a restart of services following system maintenance or upgrade.” [ha ha… brief??? it’s been off all day]
“The team will investigate the cause of this disruption and post an update if the outage [outage – good grief] is likely to be lengthy. Apologies for any inconvenience. Further information may be available on the email update page.” [it isn’t] “Please click the back button of your browser to return to the previous page and try again in a few minutes.”
So, an assessment of the use of illustration in educating the public about obesity, and a study of the work of Jenny Savile in relation to Body Dysmorphic Disorder, are floating about in the ether. Fortunately I have a plan B, and another email address, but it is a bit irritating, to say the least.
It’s now 10p.m., and still perfectly light outside, but a strange pink mist has descended. I presume the rational explanation has something to do with a sudden drop in temperature, but have been watching Dr. Who on the iPlayer, and fear the worst. An alien invasion is undoubtedly imminent, and I haven’t marked those essays.
