Inspired by me (maybe it was not that subtle to run around the house, while shouting ‘Who’s your ICT mama?!’), my love decided to clean up his computer rigorously… I haven’t been able to get near my laptop -used as a backup for the desktop- or him since last night. Occasionally I hear grunting, lots of ‘No! No!’ and a ‘tiny’ bit of swearing.
It has been silent for an hour, now. Diner is almost ready, but I am too afraid to check in the study who won: my love or the computer. I aint gonna tell you, who -or what- my money is on!
(in case you wonder how I could type this piece, when all my computers are unavailable; we have an internet cafe around the corner…)
