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  • I had a heart-attack forward slash inspirational moment in recent times.
    My laptop decided to collapse on me.
    You know how great I am at technology,
    and well, laptop really was on death's door,
    with all my data; emails, photos, novel, documents, everything, life,
    at risk of being wiped.

    My lovely stepdad spent hours coaxing it back to some kind of working order.
    I sat in silence in the living room as he was operating on the machine.
    He entered the room and shook his head, in familiar manner of the the doctors in ER when delivering depressing news,
    "there's a high chance of you losing everything" he said.

    I didn't cry, I didn't scream,
    I wasn't even particularly angry.

    I thought about being free,
    about not relying on technology,
    about speaking to people face to face,
    with my voice,
    living outside the world wide web,
    and dancing in my own world,
    like my grandparents did.
    I liked the idea of being set free.

    Alas, Stepdad worked his magic and not only was my laptop making a full recovery,
    but the data was saved.
    I am very grateful.
    I bought stepdad a card and four special chocolates from his favourite shop,
    in a white box, tied with a blue ribbon.

    I am glad I have my photos of the last 10 years or so of my life,
    the family holiday in Provence,
    my 18th '999' themed birthday,
    or when I was bridesmaid at mum's wedding,
    but I have learnt not to be so tied to the internet and its tangents,
    its promises,
    and often read more in the evenings,
    and have less headaches.
    A happy medium has been found.
    Just like Clover butter.
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