One wheel on my wagon
I now have two keys missing from my i-Book – back slash and return. Back slash fell foul of Rosa who can pick the key off a keyboard in under ten seconds, it pinged off and went God knows where and the return has stuck and the only way to work it is to prise off the button and wiggle the little rubber bit underneath.
Although for a while I just pretended that I was Joycean in my stream of consciousness and felt no need for the prosaic spaces in between my prose, the typist in me (my mum thought I should have a trade to fall back on) just can’t stop reaching to the right immediately after typing a full stop.
Also doctor, the area under the screen seems to have developed a ‘spilt coffee malaise’ where at first a tiny dot of brown stuff was, now there seems to be a whole mass of it. I don’t know whether it is a bacterial infection or wet rot, but it is unsightly and annoying. However I still love it to pieces and it’s much better than Steve’s silly old metal thing, so I’m still rollin’ along and singing a happy song.