Because of built-in obsolescence, my old laptop died. It was 5 years old. Dear Lord, I still wear jumpers 8 times as old as that. The new one that I'm currently typing on is very annoying. (Laptop, not jumper). The wee arrow wotsit tends to jump around so I end up clicking on things that I hadn't intended to. Thankfully, my son was visiting at the time and was around to take control of the transition. At one stage, he was starting up my new laptop, re-installing previous data, talking to me and, via his phone, working out the local possibilities of getting paid for having the old set-up collected. While he was doing all this, I looked on with my mouth open and sort of drooled.
