Love/hate and my laptop

The wonderful younger generation grew up with them. They seem to know by instinct exactly what their laptop wants and their elegant little fingers run about like mice on the keyboard. How I admire and envy them.
My antique fingers move slowly and laboriously and my laptop knows that it is in the hands of an idiot and reacts accordingly. It won't let me get at things I need, it greys out things I want to use. It has me running round and round the same page unable to find my way out, it disappears things, sometimes it gulps something down when I've almost finished typing it and am, as a result, exhausted.
But Oh! what a wonderful toy it is! The things it will show me! recently I wanted to know what a cat's footprints look like. (I liked the idea of drawing them on a picture I'd just finished so that it looked as if a cat had walked all over it) Cat owning friends couldn't help because their cats refused to allow owners to look under their paws. When I finally googled the question the most perfect outline of cat tracks appeared. how's that for a good trick? I don't have to tell you about the joys of email and Itunes and Face book and news and weather and banking and on and on

This blog was brought on by a miserable half hour trying to get pictures and photos shrunk so they hadn't too many MBs (whatever they may be) and would be accepted on my beautiful new website. I went through all the miseries listed above and suddenly my darling laptop capitulated and I sprang up and ran round my office making excited noises. Then I sat triumphantly down and found that I had not the faintest idea how I'd done it.