UP BEFORE 7am to get on the chat with TSO Host to see what’s gone wrong with all my websites…and all our email accounts.

I start at number 29 in the queue. While I’m waiting I call the eye hospital and manage to make an emergency appointment for this afternoon. Feels like something’s not quite right with my right eye.

It takes ’til about 9.30am to get to ‘chat’ with someone and have things sorted out. Appears that the .htaccess files for all the websites had a ‘forbidden’ rule in them., Well, it wasn’t me…and they suggest it might be the security software I use…but I only use that on some of the websites. They can’t see anything amiss with the email accounts.

I can’t be certain, but I have my suspicions that it’s connected in some what to the company’s deprecation of the old gridhost technology.

Anyway, the websites are all up and running and I set about resetting and reinstalling email accounts across all our computers and devices which seems to clear the email issues.

A phone call tells me our pal Rab Noakes – who’s been in hospital for what everyone expected to be a fairly routine op, – has taken a turn for the worse overnight. He’s in a coma and it’s not looking good. Jeez.

I have to go to Rowardennan and take some pix of the local community trust’s wreath laying at the war memorial. When I get back I haven’t much time to post the images online and then get the bus, then train, into Glasgow for my eye hospital appointment.

In a way it’s worked out quite well as I have a meal with some of the guitar show folks later and it means Margaret doesn’t;t have to drive me in.

I’m en route when I get another call to tell me Rab has gone. It’s quite a shock. I call a few others who are close to him let them know the sad news before it starts getting out on the internet.

The consultant at the eye hospital confirms that the uveitis is back in my right eye. Damn. Back on steroids and a follow up appointment in about six weeks.

I make my way slowly to the venue for our meal and have a great night with the guitar show folks and some other guests including my pal Tom Russell. Margaret picks me up soon after 11pm.