A young lady in undies. One of my favourite scenarios. It does though trigger my OCD. Bloody labels! That’s right I can’t stand labels sticking out from the bra or knickers. Models are liable to be attacked with my scissors as I cut off the offending washing instructions that are often larger than some thongs.
If there’s one thing about computers, or should that be computer software, that gets on my tits it’s when an application unexpectedly stops working in its usual fashion. This time it’s one of my email accounts that’s gone AWOL. I’ve dug through all the settings and can’t see any obvious change. I’ve contacted the support team but they have been as much use as a chocolate teapot appearing to know even less than I do. I have now given up, crossed my fingers and hoping that it starts working again just as suddenly as it stopped.
It’s been a shocker of a month for me and my credit card. Partially broken things that I have been making do with have finally given up the ghost and forced me into a program of replacements and when I say things I mean boring household things, nothing exciting except maybe for my mobile. Add to that some upcoming dental work and you can see why I’m not a happy chappie.