I’m Not Superstitious….But My Laptop Is

The world can be a funny place.  When I had an appointment sent through to me to see my Rheumatologist on Fridat 13th of January…I changed my appointment.  I’m not superstitious, but neither do I like to tempt fate.  This same almost…nearly superstitious nook of my brain had me sat typing furiously just a few days ago saying, “I think…It’s just…I’m not saying anything! DON’T YOU SAY ANYTHING!” to husband, as I worked furiously to try and get a few things off my very quickly dying laptop before it stopped raging against the dying of the light, and went to motherboard heaven.  Yes, I managed it finally, by a gnats fart!


Two years of taking all my “old” tech, DVDs, consoles and games into CEX had banked me enough store credit to buy a used laptop immediately.  I am so very glad for that foresight.  Despite great chunks of blogger block, or having life issues that I just won’t, can’t, or shouldn’t write about, I wouldn’t be without my computer, or my blog, even if I don’t give her the care she deserves sometimes. The blog that is, not the laptop.  I treated her well, the duplicitous little strumpet, and she died after just two years!

Sidenote: yes, all my tech is female, as is the car.  I speak to them all very nicely and treat them well, though the car had a minor breakdown (it happens to us all) and is having an [expensive] rest in the priory…I mean garage!


This is but one of the reasons that Christmas is being scaled back this year.  Call me a miser, call me a curmudgeon.  Call me what you like as long as you call me.  For those of you saying “Christmas…already?” I know I know, I’ve only just finished ignoring the commercialisation of Halloween and I’m already having Paul McCartney try to drive me out of Sainsburies with his yultide dulcet tones of “I was in The Beatles, remember?  REMEMBER?” to a cheerful jingly tune.  I’m joking of course, before you get your knickers in a knot.  I shop in Aldi, not Sainsburies.  I hear you can get music in Aldi, but you have to pay 5p per song, or bring your own.

If this posts reads at all grumpy, please rest assured I am in great spirits [hic!] and am merely being wry.  I am your budget bisexual Sandi Toxvig, who swears and could never pull off the low maintenance cropped hair.  Believe me, I’d love to, but I am blessed with coarse, thick, naturally curly hair which, when short, clings to my scalp in a style preferred by Grannies of yesteryear.  Believe me, I’ve been there, and it’s not pretty.


I have had a tirade of blog ideas come to me over the past few days, but, like clockwork, they all flew out of one ear at around 12.30pm today, almost exactly the same time my new laptop was delivered. So why the blog post, if I have no ideas about which to write?  Just checking in.  How are you? I am really great!  Don’t get me wrong, I am in a lot of pain, and taking just enough medication to keep it bearable and stay lucid.  There is health stuff afoot, as always, and I will fill you in on that should you care to listen.  As someone who’s had a lifetime of chronic pain, I can’t say it gets easier, but you do learn to smile through the pain, laugh through the indignity, and make the most of the good days when they come.  Today is a good day, and I wanted to share it with you.


PS.  These illustrations are brought to you by my Snapchat, and by the number 12.  If you’d like to follow me there, where I’m all silly all the time, my details are below.


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