We had a disaster in our house last night. A catastrophe.
I was in my office, playing with my toys, when Gabba called me to tell me I need to come see what's happened. She was in the kitchen looking at my laptop. I picked it up and out poured a gush of liquid which definitely isn't supposed to happen. Then she gave me a note.
Dear Mum and Dad
I'm so so so so so so so so so sorry.
It was an accident.
I didn't mean to.
PS. I sent myself to my room
PPS. Don't yell at me
Sarah had somehow managed to knock over the better part of a full glass of Bundaberg Ginger Beer
into the laptop while it was turned on. It's completely buggered.
You can see the culprit, including the Ginger Beer bottles, in the last photo the laptop managed to capture with it's webcam
just before it gasped it's last breath.
Luckily the boss is away and definitely not subscribed to this feed. Which will give me enough time to come to grips with telling him how I'll pay the company back for it's 3 month old laptop.
To console myself that once again the damn loin fruit have delayed
a lens purchase
I sped off tonight in my other car with my camera and did some high speed circuits of The Warehouse parking lot. The camera was in an even more precarious position compared with my effort the other night
. So this is the best of the 2 shots I was prepared to risk.
It'd be a fricken disaster if I had to buy a new camera this week as well as a new laptop.