Anyhow, I got home. I had tea. I went to my study to switch on my computer. Nothing. Did all the obvious things. Still nothing. Dead as a nit.
Well, it is nearly 8 years old, so I'm probably due an upgrade. So I spent a pleasant time speccing up a dream replacement, then down-speccing it to a more reasonable price.
But ... I'd arrived home (near Cambridge) by train. The car is in still at work, in York. I can't get to the computer shop until next weekend. I'm having to making do with this little laptop that has none of my standard software on it. Grump.
Oh, what first world problems we suffer!
Still, being without a computer this weekend isn't the disaster it might have been. I have a pile of exam scripts to mark, and no time to