Rather like trying to steal a biscuit while mum is asleep on the sofa, the surprise and shock when, despite to all intents and purposes being unconscious, she mutters "hands off" from another room entirely, my PC is now awake to my treachery and is planning a magnificent and utterly self-destructive send-off, beginning, this morning, with the news that it has decided to unilaterally declare war on my word processing package.
Upon cranking up the machine this morning, I was faced with the news that "your version of Microsoft Office is a big poo head" or words to that effect, and then given the option to "immediately destroy all your work for the last three years" or "give me leave to nag you incessantly forever".
This, bear in mind, while it was still asking me what I wanted to do about the .NET 3.4-95i340953409583945 framework jack-knife dishwasher fluid mustard seed short wave feltrum XP update that had been sitting around for a while in the euphemistically-titled "tray" (litter? anyone?)
So, just to be clear, if my PC actually leaps up and bites off some extremity or just swallows my head before I get a chance to write again, I am buying a Mac. No I really am.
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