Resurrection! It lives! It lives!

This emotional rollercoaster has finally come to an end. Nothing short of that little concept of 'mirabilis' has occurred. Those of you who have been so unsupportive with your head-nodding, umm-ing and ahh-ing, words of 'advice'.....you've all been proved wrong by one tiny little thing. The mushy side of me (see below: 'Softy') would call it 'hope' but I know better.....it's the indomitable never-say-die, at-all-costs, stick-with-it (I'm fond of triple-word-jigs) spirit of PERSEVERANCE. Just wait and ride out the storm.....
Mr U.S.B. Drive was found (missing only his cap) in the dark recesses of my tan chinos at 1915hrs, 15/11/2004. Having been drowned in the spinning vortex of a washing machine and hung out to dry the previous weekend, he miraculously survived intact, with all his data preserved! He has now been reunited with his cap and shall be gradually nursed back to health. We salute you, Mr Drive. A true hero and a sterling example to us all.