Computer hospital

If you’ve been reading me for a while, you’ll know that I’m a tennis fan.  My absolute favourite player is Andy Murray.  And not just because he’s a fellow Scot.

So it was with shock that I woke up on Friday that I awoke to the news that he had announced that he was hoping to retire at Wimbledon this year, but he wasn’t sure he could make it that far.

Then I listened this morning as a man who admits he has pain just trying to put his socks on played a four hour, five set match he wasn’t even expected to finish.

My laptop is currently in computer hospital.  I somehow talked the job centre into paying to have it fixed.  It’s a different place to where I went the last time.

I know I really need a new machine, but there’s just no way I can afford it right now.

It’s my birthday on Saturday.  I know I’ll be getting cash from my parents, so that’ll pay for the hoop for my rook piercing.

I’ve now got three books on pre-order this year.  The new Angie Thomas in February, the new Thomas Harris in June and the sequel to The Handmaids Tale in September.

Will