Bloody technology!

Having been without a printer for years, I decided to go buy one. First stop pee cee lot at a big retail centre. The biggest task was getting someone to get eye contact with to offer some help! I would have had more success looking for the proverbial hooker on Glasgow Green! There were tons of them round the laptops (assistants, not hookers) and TVs but bugger all near printers!
Finally managed to get some dozy bugger who knew zilch about printers. When I asked him which one was best for printing photos he actually said "all of then" At this point hubby took several steps back as he was recognising my signs of near eruption!
Next stop another peecee store near the new Glasgow pie! He wasn't much better so it was next door to a more staple shop! Finally someone who knew what he was talking about and I left with a shiny new printer.
Fast forward to this evening when I asked hubby to set the bloody thing up and guess what! the damn power went off! However being Hebrideans, this house is festooned with candles and torches. I was like Grissom out of CSI with my torch! What was hubby doing? well he was standing holding his tablet aloft in the corner of the room getting a signal on its tv channel! Why can't blokes just settle on one station, why do they have to twiddle through all the bloody stations on the planet! it sets my teeth on edge! Even when dinner is ready & you call him, if he's in the middle of some stupid game he cant come down to dinner till he finishes it! Hate that too!
Anyhows now about to have a second go at setting up my new fantoosh printer, here's hoping it works well and I can get a decent photo from it, its got a scanner so think I will scan some golden oldies in for the Hell of it!
Hubby??? still playing his fecking game!!! I feel an ill wind may come in his direction! "Well then" I utter..."I'm retired" says he. "got to finish this level" 10 minutes later & I'm a smouldering heap and he says "Im just looking to see what the next level is" STREWTH!