We can rebuild him.

Some of you may have noticed that I have been a tad slack on the blogging front of late.  Whilst most of that has been due to general apathy and a decided lack of work ethic, most of it has been due to the demise of my beloved laptop.  He has had many ups and downs over the last few year, but things have taken a turn for the worst.  Mr Grumpy feels he may be able to resuscitate him and new parts have been ordered from the Hong Kong Univeristy Laptop Hospital.  So I am anxiously waiting, crossing various body parts and downing a wine or two to ease my nerves, all in the hope that he may be cured.

At present he sits in pieces on the table in my loungeroom, collecting dust and dog hair.  I can't even take a photo and put it on, as I am stuck using eldest monkey boy's computer and am too scared to touch the manky socks, fetid underwear and musty cricket box that cover the hardrive.  I am reduced to reappropraiting someone elses photo of a deceased lap top that looks remarkably like my own (though thankfully I don't have the classic tartin teenage boy doona cover).

Given that the monkey boy's bedroom carries the odour of sweat, liquidising food, fart and other personal activities that tend to overly occupy the mind of a highly hormal teenage boy, I am loathe to enter unless it's a matter of life or death.  Add in that I have been feeling like death only slightly warmed up, and blogging has not exactly been up ther on my to do list.

So things may be a little quiet here until either Mr Grumpy does his House impersonaltion and Hal has been cured, or in the event of his demise, I can persuade him that a new lap top is necessary to my very survival, or at least sanity.

Please say a special prayer to the God of laptops that he may soon be restored to health. 

Cheers
The very worried  Michelle :)