Things seem to be breaking around here again.
The latest hair raising fiasco was Herself’s laptop going properly belly-up. I say hair raising as a testament to Herself’s reaction when she can’t get into Farcebook.
It was a nightmare to fix [for the techies, the boot sector fried itself, or something]. In the end I restored the machine using its built in “feature”, so now she has fucking Windoze 10. I reinstalled Linux as the primary and then remembered that the damned machine has some obscure wifi setup that Linux doesn’t recognise. Bugger-shit-bollox!
Anyways it’s working now and there is no more hammering on the attic pipes or screams echoing around the parish. Plugging Herself into Farcebook is like plugging a soother into a screaming infant’s mouth. Blissful silence.
In the middle of all that, and indeed for the last few days I have been involved with a little project which seems to be ready for public consumption.
Ladies and Gentlemen – [loud fanfare of trumpets] – I give you Leg Iron Books.