This picture is like me and computers, the pieces never seem to fit together. I have a new computer and after a real bundle of hours I have it up and running, no broadband, no Word, no idea - why can't a computer be like a guitar, you just pick it up, give it a strum and off we go, 'the answer my friend is blowing in the wind...' I am going to have to get a guy to do it. When its all up and running I am fine, I can cope, get around, do stuff, I can even type at a good rate (I always think I type as I think) and when I type these posts I tend not to spell badly - sure hit the odd word or typo or, goodness, insert the wrong punctuation mark, but I get by. This is a rubbish post I know but sometimes its just like that - watch this space, they will get better, I am in the last trimester of the sixtieth year, ochone - take me to the brink:
