"Shall I show you how to do it?" I suggested, having told him our eBay password. "Not much point" responded the Sage cheerfully. "I'll only cock it up." "Yes, you probably will. Oh darling, you are sweet."
The Sage is hopeless on the computer. He is completely bewildered by the cursor whizzing about as his hand roams the mouse around purposelessly. I've tried to show him; or rather, I've tried to encourage him to just keep practising. I do remember the first time I sat at a computer, some couple of decades ago. I had no idea what I was doing and it took a while to find out. But the Sage has a closed mind to it. He doesn't believe it's within his capabilities or interest. Yet I know he could learn to love it.
Just as well, perhaps. Although, on the other hand, it would justify the purchase of a laptop, which I can't now, useful as it would be. No, I must be honest ... pleasant as it would be. Frankly, what I want is to sit out in the garden blogging, isn't it? Not now, it's jolly cold. But how enjoyable in August.
In other news, I can't find a hotel at a price I am willing to pay close enough to the flat to be bearable. I know myself well. I need to be close so that I'll arrive early and get on. Dear and lovely Dandelion has offered to put me up, but I have to get to work first thing on Sunday morning, and it'd be too tempting to faff about and chat. I hope to meet her later in the day, however, and that is a very good reason for starting work early and getting it finished.
Don't tell Weeza about this, will you? She has so sweetly said she feels bad about calling me pigheaded; which she did in the most well-meaning fashion possible; I didn't take offence as none was meant. It was true. But, whilst I was willing to pay £70-something a night (sadly, that hotel is fully booked), I'm not willing to pay £100. It's not worth it, just to lay my head for a few hours, and that's that. I can get considerably cheaper rates - indeed, well under half that - but too far away for me to be willing to travel. I'm too weak-willed. I can only push myself if I'm harsh.