Then the laptop stopped talking to me. I tried bribing it with roast chicken, which always works with the beagle, to no avail. A friend who works in IT informed me it was 'Cactus'. This is apparently highly technical computer jargon for, "If you are not young and pretty enough to sell your body, you are going to have to take out a second mortgage." I am going to have to take out a second mortgage.
Having investigated the options of blogging by smoke signal or carrier pigeon and finding them to be non-starters, I am left with the android tablet as my only avenue of virtual communication, (otherwise referred to as 'the pill'). I never envisaged my stumpy fingers having to come to terms with a touch screen and it's best I don't even get started on how NOT compatible Blogger is with this device. Hence the air of slightly cranky concentration reflected in the train window. Buckle up, this could be a bumpy ride!