That is:
Buy a new laptop to replace Ye Olde Crashed.
Download all relevant applications.
Undergo another massive computer FAIL.
Reboot, restore, re-load, reconnect, replug.
Still FAIL.
Cry.
Call Main Man, Mr. Computer Genius Wallah.
Go into under-stairs cupboard to retrieve computer bag. Trip over wooden box.
Slide to end of tiny (but long) cupboard.
Realize one is stuck with bloodied and badly bruised leg jammed in wooden box.
Take ten minutes to evaluate this ridiculous situation.
Slowly, through pain, unjam leg, then block further movement by slamming aforementioned wooden box against tiny doorway of cupboard.
Rotate body to plate face on floor and use healthy leg to push box through door.
Think "arse over teakettle position attained," privately, to oneself.
Slowly slide oneself on tummy to hall.
Say casual hello from this horizontal position to Leo who is carting in big box of firewood.
He doesn't bat an eye, which leads one to believe that this is the behaviour he expects from one.
Go to office. Examine the damage to injured leg. Worse than expected. Huge lump down shin, scraped skin all the way to ankle and blood seeping into jeans. Clean up as best one can. Ignore pain like a tough little soldier.
Take computer 50km to Mr. CGW. Who turns it on. And it performs all suckuppy- beautiful, innocent-like.
Next time, he sez kindly, try firing her up without all your peripherals?
But he checked it over anyway for a oouple of hours. To save one's face.
Which was a waste of time.
As it was now all bruised too.
From pounding it off his desk.
And how was your day?
