What I didn't realize was - it's replacement - an all singing, all dancing, up to the minute, hi tech piece of kit, would turn me into a jibbering wreck - and it's too late to turn the clock back! Where has the starting handle gone, the wires that wrap around my legs every time I jump up to answer the door. When do you brew up? I always had plenty of time with the old one.
I began to wish I was two again, I could just throw the computer away and play with the box. But anyway, persevere they said, so this is me persevering.
