Well, I was about to post on here that I wouldn’t be posting on here for a few days as my wife and I were visiting her parents in Lancaster for a long weekend to celebrate her father’s eightieth birthday. Why should that present a problem I hear you ask? Are you expressly forbidden from venturing into cyberspace whilst you are there? Well, no. Or do they not have internet access, or, heaven forfend, computers, in the northern regions? No, that wasn’t the issue either.
It was the fact that because we were travelling by rail for a change, leaving the car to put its feet up for a few days (though it is forbidden to have any parties), we had to keep to a minimum the amount of luggage we were taking. And I had made the painful and heroic sacrifice of deciding to leave my laptop at home. The fact that it is currently unwell and not fit to travel is entirely irrelevant.
I was not contemplating the prospect – the absence of a computer rather than the weekend itself I should quickly add – with much relish. But the more discerning or awake of you will have observed that the previous paragraphs were written wholly in the past tense. Yes, I have swerved that calamity, a trifle drastically you might think, by purchasing a netbook this morning! Having installed it with a surprising minimum of fuss I can take it with me tomorrow. So, I may still not post as much over the next few days, but there is a chance. You’ll just have to keep hittin’ on me to find out.
Tony Quarrington 