Well a bad end to the day :(. Firstly I take Jennie’s laptop apart and put it back together in order to try and find why the sound isn’t working and end up nadgering[1] it completely. After sobbing on her shoulder for a bit I take it apart again, put it back together and praise be to $DEITY it worked! Secondly I come downstairs to find a little blob of superglue[2] on the worktop[3] rapidly setting into a lovely clear lump of dispair. A bit of scratching later and I have no superglue but a wonderfully scratched worktop. A bit more wet polishing later with some rapidly improvised equipment and I have a worktop which, although still scratched, isn’t too bad. I’ll have to wait until daylight to check however. Finally I manage to glue my thumb to my forefinger when putting the superglue away. What a sub!
Update: And now I find a screw from said laptop in between the ‘7′ and ‘8′ key on my keyboard. I am going to get a cuddle from Jennie right now…
[1] This word has no American equivalent as far as I know. No other word can sum up the total destruction, yet in an English manner[4], this implies.
[2] I believe our transatlantic cousins call this ‘Krazy Glue’ (how crazy - it is spelt with a K). I am, of course, referring to a cyanoacrylate-based adhesive.
[3] I have a feeling this has an Americanism counterpart but I’m not sure what it is.
[4] Subtle yet fatal - similar to ’silent but violent’ but completely different :).