Thank you.

Was a time of trauma, a time of hand wringing and despair.

A couple o' days this week you see, me blog vanish.

Nobody know if it jump in the Berbice river and drownged...drown. Nobody know if wild dawgs nyam it...eat it. Not a soul did know if two-legged snakes loot it or if no-legged snakes swallow it.

It just vanish.

I wring me hands, helpless, like them ladies in Bollywood movies. I complain like the wuss I am, clueless as to what to do.

And lo and behold, Zoe, a queen in Europe hear me plea. "Hear ye, hear ye, save this blog," she say.

Joanna, a beautiful Whiz in America charge up to the rescue, wave she magic fingers...and tah dah...she save the dying blog. How I can ever repay her I just ain't know.

Thank you, thank you, I say, but still, that just don't feel enough. I want to load up a cart with gifts and parcels and all sorts of goodies for them...'thank you' can never, ever feel enough.

Joanna, Zoe, I hope one day I can repay you a million times more.

Thank you.

And thank you dear readers, for staying awake.