I need a computer. You need a computer (or you wouldn't be here). Computers are useful. But today, I HATE computers!
Years ago, my then toddler daughter was ill (bear with me; there's a point to this). I called the doctor (a thing I very rarely did), but by the time he arrived, daughter was sitting in her high chair looking disgustingly healthy and eating a huge lunch. I was mortified.
The same thing happened today with my computer. I had a problem, and I rang Elliot, who is young and brilliant with computers, and knows all about cookies and browsers and search engines and all that stuff. And guess what. As soon as he arrived, the computer (as it were) sat up in its high chair and ate a huge lunch. I had checked it all day, to make sure the problem was still there, and it was. But as soon as Elliot arrived, it recovered, putting me to shame. Because Elliot is very busy and had fitted me in at the end of his hectic day.
That's all.
