My pc is playing up. Again. And I've started to write. Again. My backup disk doesn't seem to want to play and my desk is a mess. Again. This so-called modern life can be tiresome with its interconnected whatnots and online social gaming, whatever that is. What I need is a whizzy red laptop with wireless connection and long thin legs to sit it on while I'm listening to some fancy music in my loft. Oh dear, dreaming again.