It has happened at last.
I am in the taxi writing to you from my new computer.
In response to the curious, it is an iPad, complete with keyboard, and it is an absolute happiness to use, almost as friendly and reassuring as using my big computer at home.
I have never had a brand-new iPad before, they have always belonged to other people first, and so I have never truly experienced the high-speed razor-precision that they have before they get worn out by endless tapping fingers. It is a New Experience.
I like it very much and am having an agony of anxiety in case of a cup of tea accident, or sticky picnic accident, and so I cannot yet say that it is an unalloyed happiness. Actually it is all a bit troubling, and I am being very, very careful indeed.
All the same, it is beautiful and clear, and having a keyboard at last makes an enormous difference, because I can see text on the whole screen instead of through a letterbox-slot at the top of it.
Having said that, I do not think I will write very much tonight, because it has not been a very eventful day.
We all had a night off last night.
We cooked pasta in cream and bacon for dinner, with the end of the morning’s loaf turned into garlic bread, and drank gin cocktails whilst we cooked it. We were thoroughly stuffed once we had eaten it, but still had chocolate cake with home-made ice cream afterwards, so I expect my jeans will be tight when winter comes around again.
We ate it in front of a film about gay people supporting the miners in the nineteen eighties, which was a good sort of film except that they were all a lot more modern than was strictly accurate. They were all a lot gentler than I remember anybody ever was in the nineteen eighties, and kept demanding that they were given safe spaces for their activities. I do not recall that the nineteen eighties had any safe spaces anywhere at all for anything whatsoever, certainly not for gay people in coal mines. Also there was an old fashioned telephone and they got the ringing noise wrong, so probably they had just skimped on their research.
Apart from that it was an entertaining sort of evening, which we concluded with a midnight stroll around the Library Gardens in the pouring rain, the summer seems to be over here, ho hum.
Nobody had to get up this morning either, so we didn’t. I woke up at nine due to a pressing need to visit the bathroom, but made up for it with a little snooze this afternoon, so that was all right.
Apart from that it has been quiet, in the manner of a wet Friday in the Lake District. Mark went to get some new tyres on the taxis and the children went to the gym, and I wrote a bit more of my story and marvelled at the amount of laundry produced by four people.
One of our neighbours once said to me, with genuine Cumbrian admiration, that Mark could not possibly ever leave me because I was such a good wife, and had washing pegged on the line every day. I had had no idea that this might be grounds for avoiding divorce, and stored it away as a handy little gem in case I should ever need to produce it in court some day.
I have shared it here in case anybody else might find it useful.
I am at work now.
I am going to return to my book and await some more cash.
This computer is lovely.
