For some weeks I have been getting increasingly worried that significant chunks of my emails have seemed to be going astray. Last Monday, for example, Chloe and I wrote 52 e-mails, and only two people actually replied. This put me in a difficult situation. If I was to write to all the people that I suspected had not been receiving my e-mails, it could well be interpreted as me accusing them of being ill-mannered enough to ignore my emails, and I most certainly didn't want to do this. I still remember a day, back when e-mail was still a new experience to me, when - upon not receiving a reply to an urgent e-mail - I wrote again, only to be told that the bloke I was writing to's wife had just died of brain cancer.
Then along comes my knight in shining armour, in the shape of my good friend. noted Danish zoologist, Lars Thomas. It seemed that somehow my gmail account (which I had never used, and which only existed to get into my GoogleDrive) had become active, and about a third of the emails sent to me were ending up there. This has now been fixed.
If I have not replied to an email that you sent me, or if I have been pestering you for an answer to an e-mail that you sent me, please forgive me. I hope to have worked through the backlog by the end of the day.