The computer is playing up and refuses to perform instructions . It will not justify some text, the fonts jump about , spacing goes haywire . There is an epic post ready to go from an overseas correspondent but the text is all over the place . Gnash, gnash . Scores of other articles should be worked on , but are set aside because of the irritating problem.
As I sit hunched over the bothersome computer , day and night , bitten by what seem to be sandflies, it is like a scene from the British comedy Little Britain –which inspired the name of this blog- and the equally mad Fawlty Towers. In Little Britain there was a skit where the computer frequently refused to make a booking when asked to do so. My computer makes me so angry I feel like emulating Basil Fawlty who beat his car with a branch when it played up . I get the urge to dash outside , grab one of the irksome many fallen palm fronds , come back inside and use it to whip the devilish computer .
The computer may be getting revenge because I left it behind in Queensland when we went to Darwin for two weeks to see our new great granddaughter and attend our son’s 50th birthday party in the casino.
While in Darwin I was given the use of a small computer which had been dumped by an accursed French backpacker next to a garbage bin . It also said non in a most infuriating way .
For example : to get the letter A , you pressed Q ; for W you hit the last letter of the alphabet which this computer has long refused to show ; M was a real surprise-? . No wonder the EU is in a diabolical economic mess if its computers perform like this deranged one.
Driven to a frenzy by the monster , I flung it aside and tried to access Little Darwin online from three other computers , two in the Legislative Assembly parliamentary library , and they all said NO!!! It was enough to make me want to hit the red wine in a big way at the Friday Club luncheon and fall down in a swoon in the Noodle House. Going on the screeching of the Curlews outside they are just as neurotic as am I .