I wrote a great long entry yesterday about all the problems I'd had with the mouse I'd bought for my laptop, which followed a tirade about feeling like a techno-wimp because I just couldn't get to grips with using the touchpad.
Then today I was about to write a great long spiel about tearing my hair out while trying to turn my digital camera into a webcam.
But neither of them were really going anywhere- there didn't seem to be a point other than me ranting in a not particularly amusing way, and I don't want to be one of those bloggers who just moans about the world without a) doing anything about it or b) drawing some interesting or amusing observations about it.
Now despite the fact that it's still wet, and fairly cold, the garden has decided that Spring has finally arrived, so I thought I'd nip out and take a photo of the daffodils that have just decided to start blooming.
It clicks through to a larger version, so if Sandy - folk-session mandolin player - is reading this, he can replace his desktop wallpaper from the snow scene he told me he'd lifted from my site a few weeks back.
Somehow it seemed a better use of my time.