The reason for creating the natty lap-top carry-bag was so that I could safely transport the natty lap-top back into the office for a face-to-face consultation with its personal IT-GP in case I'm suddenly sent back into solitary confinement whilst still expected to produce drawings updated weekly to show which of our facilities are under which of BoJo's current thumbs. (yes, I oppose BoJo's thumbs)

And lovely though the natty lap-top is, it has not been providing me with the required level of functionality at home. I can see all my play stuff, but cannot see my work stuff, which is not super-handy for working from home, which is the raison d'être of the natty lap-top.

But even with its nice new carry-case, I was still not awfully keen to transport said machine in the front basket of a bicycle, so the lovely line manager collected me from home this morning and delivered me back here this evening, with a lap-top that had tried to get to grips with a face-to-face with it's doctor. All was looking marvellous in the office, but now that we are both back home it is struggling. Yet again. It is at least getting farther than before, but really it is very much like trying to coax a poorly child to take food.

But on another level entirely – I spotted this through the front window of line-manager's car on the way home.

Had Phoebe Freeman purchased PH03 BEF at auction in the first half of 2003 I would have been seriously impressed, but this is not on point, so I hope it didn't cost her a fortune.