Nestling amongst all the other detritus (sorry - items) on Keith's computer station, aka NASA, is a substantial pile of correspondance, all the boring brown envelope stuff and a fair proportion of it unopened. The other morning I mentioned that, this week being my half term, it was 'all going to go'.
Keith misinterpreting my threat to mean everything on the desk, hurriedly brought home the wherewithall to rebuild one of the computers so that the other one could be dispensed with. I suppose it was too early for me to celebrate; I should have waited for the final outcome. So for the past few evenings I have watched him rebuild the computer, not like yer average computer, of course. No, this one has about 20 hard drives in it (only a slight exaggeration) which means that
a) it is very heavy
b) there are problems getting it to work reliably.
So it's back to the drawing board. The NASA corner of the living room is still a mess, there are only three cables less than the fifty million that were there before and there are still discs, boxes and gadgets everywhere.
Oh, and the paperwork? Well, it's no longer on top of the desk, it's now been stuffed out of sight into a drawer. Progress of a sort, I suppose but not quite what I had in mind!