Foggy dawn.....

.....woken by a strange light, foghorns and yowling cats this morning, snapped this on the doorstep at 6.30 wrapped in a disreputable dressing gown.

Well, it's official, the kitchen iMac is no more, the boy-in-the-attic came for tea last night and pronounced the dreaded words 'Yep, that's well and truly f*****d Ma' .....he has SUCH a way with words.....can't imagine where he gets the language from though.....Farewell old friend, it's been nice knowing you.....

I can't justify buying a new one given the amount of working computing hardware littering the house so it's either excavating a route to the desktop PC in the 'dining' room ('dining' is it's Sunday/polite name, it's more like a junkyard!), the other PC in the front attic (which has PS CS5 installed, so tempting but not particularly convenient, though possibly good for exercising decrepit leg muscles), or the Mac mini which according to the BITA is just lying around doing nothing......or there's even (apparently) a mac laptop somewhere.....

.....meanwhile I'm doing this on the same crap laptop (dodgy keyboard/scuffed screen) as yesterday.....and it's taken me bloody ages.....pardon my language.......