My laptop took an unfortunate dousing (lemsip and brandy, if you really want to know – I had a bad cold) and I couldn’t afford to replace it. Instead, I offered the English girl at work’s boyfriend a bottle of premium vodka to try and fix it and he is so doing, but taking a very long time.
All I have left is a little notebook that inexplicably randomly moves my cursor to any point on the screen and I get driven to rage very quickly when I realise I’ve spent half an hour writing, only to end up with pages of goobledegook.
So, not much writing. There is stuff going on and I miss writing about it but given that every time I’ve tried, I’ve lost all my work (it also does random key instuctions) I am not prepared to put anything out there that I will regret losing.
Want to make a bet that this will make the grade?
Yeah, me too.