You have spent an hour retrieving a long complex piece of writing that you thought had vanished from your computer into the ether, now you have got it back. Or perhaps, against the odds, you have managed to repair a washing machine: I did once!
What is your first impulse?
To rush out and tell somebody.
I have just read this article and have that same urge - you few are my captive audience, but please pass the news on.
My wife Ann was diagnosed with MND in 1994 and died on Boxing Day 1997.
Without going into details I can only say that MND must be just about the most cruel illness in the world.
Amongst all the doom and gloom of Covid and man's suicidal headlong materialistic endeavour to trash the planet there are still good people out there striving to make the world a better place.