Another Day Bites the Big One

 

In the first place, the ME has been an utter ratbag for about ten days now, and I'm running out of places to hide.*  And in fact I went bell ringing last night (stubbornly) on the grounds that it would do more for morale** than it would do against everything else, which is probably true, but it still meant I got up today . . . and might have made a u-turn and gone straight back to bed again if the hellhounds hadn't heard me moaning and running into things*** and set up a little counterpoint melody and bass line of their own.

            Just as well.  I had to get hurtled and down to the mews in time for Raphael and Gabriel to show up with the laptop's new memory which was going to fix all our problems, right?  Okay, even I'm not that naïve, but I did think it would do something.  And no doubt it has done something† but whatever it is is not visible to the naked eye†† or the tapping fingers.

            The main thing is that Finale still won't work.  Waaaaah.†††  

            So Computer Men loaded a Diagnostic Programme and went away, leaving it running, and telling me kindly that it would take about an hour, and I could ring Gabriel with the results, and they would decide what to do then.

            It took three hours.

            And the laptop failed.  Well, of course.   But when I rang Gabriel with the gh&^