Wait! No! Oh shit!

Aaaaaaargh!!!!!!!!!!!!

That pretty much sums up my feelings right now, but I realise that doesn’t really explain my anguish in much detail.

I’ve just realised that if you delete images from your media library in WordPress, it actually deletes the pictures from the posts they were featured on.

I did not realise this.

This means that I have a lot of posts without images; a lot of which were photos taken by me that have since been deleted!

It’s a sickening feeling when the gravity of the situation hits you, like jumping out of a plane and then realising you’d emptied your parachute the night before. However, the gravity in THAT situation hits you a little harder.

It still results in an “Aaaaaaargh!!!!!!!!!!!!”, but it inevitably ends with a ‘Splat!’

I now have to (somehow) replace all the images in the following posts:

Thoughts from a non GQ reader

This paint can be used on metal. What about iron(y)?

Are you being followed too?

Getting under my skin

Biting the hand that feeds us

‘Faeces’tious and ‘Poo’dantic

Guzzling gas and soda: A comparison

Getting your fear on track

When intelligence goes backward

Waiter minute!

What I really think of Pandas

Any I’m unable to replace will just have to be substituted with a link back to here to explain myself.

If any of you find any others, please let me know.

I’m such a twat.

nooo squirrel

Grammar: The difference between knowing your shit and knowing you’re shit.

This afternoon I read a group email sent out by one of the girls in the office asking for assistance with her clients as she is going to be absent over the next few days.

Fair enough.

She then ended the email with, “If you guys could keep an eye out on these and process them for me I would be internally great full”.

Too easy.

(pun intended)

train tunnel