On dirty-thirst of May, I went to bed with an operative computer. On the onest of June, I woke up to a frozen screen and a computer which refused to do anything more than hum disconsolately to itself. It refused to boot up after being switched off. The only thing that came on was the fan. Maybe it wanted to form a fan club.
N E weigh, it is now in hospital on a drip and with a poor prognosis. Meanwhile I have to try and make do with a laptop that has suffered a severe stroke and is paralysed down the right side. This means that delete, enter, amphisand, apostrophe and quite a few other keys simply won’t work. I have to paste those symbols from Symbols and use Backspace for all deletions.
This does not make for a happy blogging experience, especially when the speed at which it operates on the internet would create an urge to overtake even in a singularly slow slug.
In the circumstances, I was wise to spend a long time on the beach making a pooch pack very happy, and gaining various shells including four cowries. I shall return in force as soon as I sort my computer. With many important things I need it for other than blogging, the smile I am currently wearing is about as genuine as most starlets‘ superstructures …