I'm told that I need a commenting system. Fair enough. If I am going to open myself to the vicissitudes of writing and communicating in an open forum, then I suppose that folk might like to conduct a conversation with me ... So I'm going to see what this enetation is like (recommended on Bloggers front page at this precise moment).

Actually I am just searching for a little sympathy. I had a Palm-III. It wasn't new, it was well used, and I have just dropped it this evening and broken the screen! I feel so shattered. One of my favourite toys! Along with my little blue Ericsson phone with its flip down mike, I felt almost as if my first love in science fiction might actually come true (specially with the report this week that a Melbourne scientist has "teleported" a laser beam).
There I was, feeling like Star Trek had the possibility of being REAL! 3.5 inch squares of plastic (those mini-floppy disks that still rattle around my desktop) a communications device that needed to be flipped open to be used (an Ericsson T10 in Star Fleet blue) and my little pad (a Palm-III that I loved writing on in bed, and using to take notes with in the library when perusing books that the librarians don't allow to go out for visits). And now I feel like someone has come along and told me that I have to stop playing and be a groan-up.

Actually, I really don't like being a grown-up. It is definately over-rated as a life-style. All the conventional responsibilities of raising children and ensuring a roof over our heads and food on the table, but when I want to play and excercise my imagination I am told not to be "childish". Well, I shall declare, like Dr Who, that there is little point in being a grown-up if I can't be childish sometimes.

On which note I shall abandon this narrative and go and raid the stash of chocolate I located in the fridge. It's not mine, I think it belongs to one of the children - and I will probably have to replace it (damn, groan-up thinking strikes again) - but I am going to eat a sizable chunk of it (well, a small square or three anyway *wry grin*)