Incommunicado

Today I went through my MTFF junk mail folder which I do about every six months (life being too short to read about too many penile implant offers etc.) and was absolutely horrified to see that actually most of my mail had been sent there.

No wonder I never get any blog-related email!

I was very distraught.

I had missed a lovely email from someone back in November who is also a musician, lives in California and has two children and a ginger cat (synchronicity! – that was even the subject title). I wrote back today but I expect she’s not very impressed by my correspondence skills.
I also missed several increasingly annoyed missives from an old friend who tried to get in touch with me through the blog – it was the only address she had for me and I just hadn’t bothered to respond, um, because I didn’t know she had written.
Lots of people had dropped me a line to say nice things that I should liked to have acknowledged, at the very least. How rude they must think me! A compliment is a gift of sorts and I feel quite strongly about thank you letters, you know.
There were, of course, many genuine pieces of junk mail which I was quite glad not to receive but on the whole I think the filter was perhaps a bit over protective of me and has been a bit like an abusive boyfriend – you know, the kind who says he loves you but then systematically isolates you from your friends and won’t let any of them visit you?

I did some incredibly clever and technical tinkering and managed to reconfigure my mail so that things could actually get through, and then I thought I’d test it by going to the CONTACT section of the blog.

Oh. The contact form wasn’t there.

That might be another barrier.

*pokes self in eye with blunt instrument*

Right. I’ve fixed that, too, so now all you lovely people can send me emails and I will get them and actually answer them*.

*Unless you want to sell me a penile implant.

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