I’ve come close to throwing a computer out of an upstairs window. I think it’s the frustration of wanting to be able to fix electrical things but not having the expertise. It really does trigger something in my head. Going off at a tangent, I was playing some music the other day and realised all my favourite folk songs seem to be about women who have been wronged by a disloyal lover so they dress up as a man (sometimes a highwayman) and shoot him. The realisation worried my a bit.
🦞 Locked down no longer but still firm friends 🦞
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