My darling man brought me home a new laptop the other night… a 17" MacIntosh PowerBook G4. My old laptop had been sending out serious signals that it was on death’s doorstep, the most alarming being a column of smoke coming out of the keyboard — I’d like to say that my fiery prose was responsible, but I’d be lying.
I’ve never owned a brand-new computer before, I’ve always made do with hand-me downs and cast-offs from my old company’s IT department. This is a beautiful machine, and Laird tells me that my writing and photography is important and deserves good equipment. I know how lucky I am… for the laptop, but most of all for a loving and supportive mate.
POLLENATRIX 