DEAREST SPOOK, we finally got internet connection last night. We were so excited. Meg had her whole day today planned around her laptop - the only computer working as our keyboard on the PC is not performing.
This was all good, until 4.30am. I had lain awake since 3am and thought it would be a great idea to sneak into her room and get hold of the computer, snuggle up back in bed and see if I could find you online for a chat. It was how I got hold of it that was the problem. ON the last manoeuvre of the delicate operation to not wake her, I pinched the top of the screen between my forefinger and thumb and heard the thin snap of glass. Sure enough, it was munted. I imagined our daughters face as she was confronted with this news on awakening, having looked after it all across the world. I set the alarm for 6.40am with a plan to go to Oban and buy a new one. But it was not possible to sleep with such dread eating away at me, so I got up at 5am and headed up the long and winding road, lit by a thread of catseyes glinting like diamonds and leading me to my salvation - the capital of the Highlands - Inverness. Well, ok, the 24hr Tescos. Unfortunately, when I got there at 6.30am they told me that there would be no-one to sell me a laptop until 8am. I ran around the isles of the huge shop, with my slippers sclurping along the ground (sorry Maggie), frantically looking for someone who understood the needs of a teenage daughter and a careless mum. I am lucky not to have been drug tested.
I was home and had it all set up and back on wirelss by 9.30am. I was amazed that the alarm which I had forgotten to turn off hadn't wakened them.
Meg went through a few levels of emotion before settling on disbelief and finally the conclusion that I have some kind of mental disorder.
I need a job.
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