Friday, June 10th, 2011 at 4:31 pm

It wasn’t the spilt milk I was crying over… - Henry Fable

…It was my laptop…

Fran decided she didn’t like drinking milk made from powder, so in the middle of an argument she knocked a large jug of it from the counter.  It spilled over the table and into my laptop, which was thankfully turned off.
I’d rinsed it with water after taking the battery out and left it in the airing cupboard.  I’ve just taken it out now, and it appears OK!

So that’s why you haven’t heard much from me, I’ve been nursing a drowned laptop back to health…