Synchronised.

 Time ran away today, it fled before the computer and the slowness of up and downloads At first at home, the souund of concrete pumps from the neighbouring houses and the steady clicking noises from the builders cranes ruined any concentration on the work that had to be done. Then a telephone call with more work of the same nature, and all this for a retired person of sixty eight years.

Spent the morning at home, fixing yesterday's pictures and then took the car back up to the artists to make the formal portraits that they did not think of doing yesterday. And whilst there, made an error working the computer, the result was a two hour wait whilst things loaded back and forth to the cloud. Synchronising, they call it.

And when done, on the way home go to a supermarket and get lost in the eternal shelves selling things that nobody really wants. Buy a carton of eggs, a wedge of cheese and a loaf of bread. Then continue home in the nightly rush-hour traffic.

Let us hope that the job is finished now.