ANTOINETTE (THAT’S my wife) was away last week, and I saw this as an opportunity to have a shot, solo, at visiting my website. It might sound as if Antoinette doesn’t want me going anywhere near my website. I’d better explain. I don’t have a computer. Antoinette does and it’s her computer she doesn’t want me going anywhere near. Her computer, like most other sentient beings in our house, is unnecessarily sensitive. It evidently knows that I don’t like it, which Antoinette says is why when I come within nine feet of it it plays up. Whenever it plays up Antoinette has a fit. I think that’s all the ...
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