The Big Box

Life was going to be so much better. After all, I had been toiling away with a computer that sounded more like my last check up at the doctors. Memory shot, dry joints, in fact - just too darn old, but despite feeling a slight pang at getting rid of something that sounded more like me than me, it had to go!

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.