complaining

not me, the computer

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so much so that I have actually begun to look into investigating how I might buy going about deciding whether or not to purchase a new one, before something really bad happens which just reminds me of the household appliances chez I,LTV Towers in general - and how difficult these things are to mend at home, despite the advice one can find with the help of Mrs Google. . . . . .mind you, at least the POVS are spared their previous 4-5pm experiences

and talking of things which pass by my lips (kind of) I'm pleased to inform you, dear reader, that I went on yet another coffee meet this weekend (I refuse to call these things "dates"). . . the coffee was so enjoyable (kind of) that we (well, not "we" as such, "the coffee meet individual" and I) then decided to share some lunch

(the vegetarian version actually)

once the pate was cleared a bill appeared (in this case a paper receipt for the cost of the items consumed, not Uncle Robert's other brother who is not your father), "we" didn't go Dutch. . .

[my mother
(remember her and all her "good" advice?)
advised me that I should always insist on
"going Dutch";
she wasn't referring to fashionable shoes]
.

I reached for my rainy day purse and offered up my share of the costs incurred, but TCMI insisted he paid (subtly adding the words "this time": which suggested to me that he might want to repeat the experience, but with my good self footing the bill "next time" - I'll wear my clogs, shall I?) (or perhaps I should just start saving for a new laptop)

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anyhoo. . .

dear reader, I ask you:
is there such as thing as
a free lunch?