My laptop is home.

[whatho]

My laptop is home. Poor laptop. He clearly hadn't even looked at it - it's precisely as ill as it was when he kidnapped it. And the laptop bag reeks of cigarette smoke. That's the only difference. But it's home and now I can try other options. Mother went to the police station and a nice PC lady (as in police constable rather than personal computer) called the man from there, and he answered, patently because he was on the lookout for our number.

Oddly, though he's massively inconvenienced me and rather mucked us all about, I feel quite sorry for him. He was very abashed when he returned it. He'd obviously got into that ghastly cycle of having Not Done The Thing and then people kept calling him about The Thing and basically he went LA LA LA rather than either Doing the Thing or at least admitting that he hadn't. Which is a bit poo of him. But I kind of get it.

Comments

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

Hurrah! More hurrah if he hadn't stolen it, but excellent that it's back. May your next repair person actually fix it.

[whatho.livejournal.com]

Yes. I stroked it a bit, you know.