I have named this new MacTardis, "He who has the power to cut through the interweave like a light sabre, the being that processes my thoughts before they are thunk, the facilitator that is connected yet unconnected to the Blogosphere, the communicator of lots and lots of stuff, the flat,easily portable and totally funky, fun keyed obeyer of my every whim" [actually not quite true, but that's my fault for being a peabrain in the specific sense] or Lappytop for short.
I was afraid that Mac might take exception to the new young upstart but it seems to have given him a new lease of life. He has been sharing his life experiences with Lappytop very nicely.
I got into a bit of a panic the other day. The terrible Goddess was still abed enjoying her morning sacrifice when I needed some emergency editing for a blog that had to be published to a fictitious deadline.
She graciously agreed to allow Lappytop into her boudoir. I sat with Mac, in the quiet corner, which is some way away. The TG's throat was still a little sore following the endoscopy but we were able to communicate by email.
I might create a few templates if we have to continue with this.
"Yes darling, I'm doing the washing up."
"No darling, I won't make a mess and if I did I would clear it up immediately."
"No darling, I'm not sending Uma another email"
"Yes darling, I've taken Gertrude for a walk."
"Sorry darling, Mac isn't getting emails at the moment - please try again later" (Don't try pulling this leg, let alone the other one. Lo.TG Ed).
I've been saved the trouble now - the TG is in full cry again..................oh joy.
