..Take for instance my trusted intrepid transcriptionist extraordinaire who – virtually – came along with me all around the world during my Telecom Times days, what a trooper!
She was so sad to hear of my having to hang up my telco journo hat when Bloody Mr Parkinson’s nagging just became too intrusive and disruptive to ignore ..
After all, she had had to try and decode all those hours of sound recordings where increasingly my voice had already ‘left the building …’
BTW, I have just recently had cause to unfriend, block, parry, duck and weave a number of people I had always believed to be in my corner no matter what ..
I don’t think any progress has been made within that little hornets’ nest but I just don’t do discord.
Water under the Bridge?