Key Stroke

My computer is suffering, it loses letters while I write. The keys make all the right noises, but somewhere between the click and the screen things go wrong. Sometimes half a word just disappears, and if it's a short word, none of it may come through. It simply fails to register.
Writing always presumes attention for detail, but this is a bit much. Two thousand words a day is more than it seems. At this rate I may end up writing my next book twice: once to write it and once to nail down all the letters.

Yes, no trees

My neighbour decided that he had too many trees in his garden, so he called in a lumber guy, and the lumber guy brought along a mate. Two men. Two chainsaws. Two days work. They felled seventeen trees, big ones. Seventeen. Poplars and acacia. The saws whined and growled, the trees groaned and hit the ground with a depressing thud. One after the other. It is amazing how fast twenty five years of growth can be brought down, all because he was afraid that the next storm could land one of them on his house.
Not anymore. They are gone. The storm came from below, fuel driven.