So my computer is not happy and is going off to the fixer-upperer's.

It's a bit funny how stressy the thought of being without her has gotten me considering how stressful her behaviour has been lately. Naughty Miss Mary Mac.

It's made me think back to a time before we had Indi, probably about 14 years ago, when my farmer boy told me he was buying us a computer for our home. For real, I challenged him, what on earth for? In my head a computer was just another one of those boy toys, like the frisbee and the stunt kites and the mountain bike. What on earth would we possibly do with one at home??

Hilarious, I know.

And I'm probably the most computer addicted in this entire house. In fact I recently added the house rule that anybody who has written a book is allowed to look at their computer at dinner time. Makes sense, no?

So here we are 14 years later and the last laugh is at me. No computer for five or six days. Hopefully, all going to plan.

If you want to contact me text me, facebook me, tweet me, instagram comment me, or you could even old school call me. I might even answer.

If I get completely desperate and computerless, I might try to remember my passwords and usernames and hack into the big Imac on the other side of the table. I could possibly return emails from there, if I can work out how.

Or I could use this time to detox and get out there amongst it.

I'm not sure how long I'll last without.
Could you do it?
Have you done it?
How long's the longest you can go without checking your facebook/emails/ravelry/pinterest/blog reader/photo editor.......?

I might see you spoon.

I might not.

Ciao

xx