The storm has broken over Naglimund

... and taken T's hard drives in their sweep.

I cannot describe how heartbreaking this is to him (and me). Our faith now lies in the eminent Mr B, who offered to undertake a last-ditch salvage operation, in the hope that some data can be recovered.

It's funny how one moment SMSes and phone calls are all excited and optimistic about a cat with the unfortunate name of Girl Girl, and the next they are weighed down by the Voice of Doom. Yesterday was a dark day indeed.