The “good” computer (we have an iMac and a state-of the art Mac) has been carted off to the Mac shop in Moonee ponds. I fought my way through blue-rinsed ladies in catseye glasses to deliver it to its doctors. Actually, that’s a damn lie; Puckle St is dead groovy these days, I had no idea.
Anyway, so our baby is sick and it’s hard to post because a lot of my drafts and notes are on its hard drive. Normal service will rezoom soon, I hope.