I TRY and get some merch packed up before my guitar student rocks up.

She’s been on holiday for a couple weeks but doing pretty good.

After our session I have to head to  a school in Balloch where I’ve few hours helping sort some gear out and planning some music stuff with a magic wee bunch of folk.

Back home I go out for a walk before dark..then find out my website – and emails – are down. Jeez.

I go to a community drop-in about local road repairs with Margaret then set about trying to sort then web and email hosting debacle….mmm…meantime, I sous vide a piece of flank steak for dinner.

I really don’t need this shit with social ads linking to my – currently down – website…and an imminent album release, launch and tour dates.

….I wait four hours  in an online chat queue with my web host ’til well after midnight…then the online chat service shuts down,. Fuck.