Entry for January 6, 2007

My dad is updating my computer system. Now, I admit I have a certain doggedness in my personality at times, but compared to my old boy, I am nothing.
To give you a flavour: I have spent the past eight hours in a room with him and no fewer that 10 p.c.s. I counted them in an idle moment. These are only the ones I could spot. I think there might be couple behind the curtians, or possibly behind some other p.c.s
All of this is to say nothing of various external hard drives, switch boxes, dilithium crystal transformers and other assorted paraphanalia.
I am going mad in here. A small part of my brain recognises this, but it is incapable of resisting. Earlier, we had a problem copying a particularly nasty little file to the new p.c.. I see this file as a Japanese World War II veteran down a fox hole on a remote island. Or perhaps it's more like a Hebridean crofter resisting the Highland Clearances.
You get the idea anyway. When we eventually copied it (and I do not exaggerate when I say that this has taken us about two full days - amazing labour saving device the computer) we were jubilant.
We did a special dance. We did the dance twice. The dance is called the "We copied the file dance". It has its own tune. We woke the baby.