First, a quick tip for everyone who has been criticised by their parents for feeding junk-food to their children: they aren’t fish fingers. They are witvisfilet, by Royal Appointment to Queen Margrethe II of Denmark. We bought them from a specialist importer in a small town in Yorkshire (well, a cash & carry in Leeds…)

Anyway, I have (for the second time) inherited Darling Wifey’s old computer.

This time, however, it is not a clapped-out, third-hand component-built laptop in a flimsy case, but a two-year-old Dell. Solid, sturdy and (once the spyware was deleted) nice and reliable. In the meantime, she has a shiny new laptop through her job and she has been transferring all of her files onto it. The last job I had was to clean up the Dell of spyware, viruses and assorted other programmes (Darling Wifey likes to log on to the Internet and enter the command download *.*) and put my files onto it.

Easier said than done when your wireless network card has been subjected to an Autistic Inquisition.

Anyway, after a busy day in which I also fitted two new tyres to the Mini, took the dog to the vet to be spayed, bought a new fridge, turned down a very generous offer by a recruitment agency to return to my old school and take up my old job again, (“I assume that you have a good reason for turning this job offer down?“) and left my engagement ring at a local jeweller’s to be mended (I drove over it) I can now settle down and get some work done.