I got up early and was at the computer shop by 8 15 am, all set for battle in the famous Boxing Day sales. The shop had opened at eight and was crowded already. The assistants were all on a high and flitting from customer to customer like adrenalin-fuelled bumble bees.
I bought a little laptop that I have yet to master without being petrified that each thing I do on it is going to be responsible for Terrible Things Happening. Yesterday i got a computer guy in to set it up. I swear he was speaking to me in an alien tongue; is computer-speak registered as a foreign language? It should be.
So, instead of writing today's blog on my spanking-new laptop, I am one-finger typing this on my Kindle tablet. Talk about a coward's way out ....?