She asked how many emails we currently had languishing in our virtual mailboxes… & I am ashamed to say I had close to five thousand. Seriously. Is it my hoarding nature crossing over into the digital realm…? I don’t know, but I thought perhaps I’d do some tidying up.
After browsing through about a hundred messages & moving or replying to any that needed moving or replying to, I got over the whole thing & deleted the lot. That’s when I started to panic. Deleter’s remorse! What if there was something crucial in there… some important email I’d forgotten I meant to save, sandwiched between an eBay outbid notice & a blog comment from last August?!
I emailed Kate immediately & basically relinquished myself of all blame. “It’s all your fault” I whinged, & I warned her that I will be blaming her indiscriminately if & when I am horribly caught out. I mean… I even deleted the ones about how I have won the British lotto AND the ones pertaining to my dead European relatives leaving me millions of Euros if only I can pay the transfer fees….
(I know that picture says there is 18 in there… it’s creeping up again…)
Anywho… if you’ve asked me something & I haven’t replied, in the first instance, well, I’m lazy. In the second instance, I’m forgetful & in the third…?
It’s all Kate’s fault.