I wish my printer didn't have endless tantrums...it sits there looking all meek and mild and I click on print and it spits out whatever it happens to feel like...or else the paper whizzes through at a hundred miles an hour and lands in a heap on the dusty floor...
This afternoon I settled myself down to print out some information from two of the family trees I'm researching for people...so they can see for themselves that they really are related by marriage to the bloke who used to empty Henry VIII chamber-pot...
I send them jolly e-mails which usually begin with...'You'll never guess but...' and I imagine them rolling their eyes and privately thinking that I've lost the plot...so every now and then I send the evidence.
When the printer decides to play nicely and not kick up an awful fuss about it , I'm thrilled to bits...line up all the information I'd like and click on print...it hurls out a million copies of what its already printed or uses such tiny print that it's virtually unreadable...it does that with interesting stories on purpose, so the tale about your ancestor sailing to foreign shores, which in its original form is three decent sized paragraphs, is reduced to fit comfortably on the back of a postage stamp with a bit of room to spare...
So I talk to it nicely...please, please just print this part...and lo and behold it does precisely that...then I try again and the feckin' machine digs its heels in and spews out hundreds of copies of a Quaker marriage when just the one would have been grand...
And my laptop gets seriously hot...I'm not spending my wool money on another one if this one curls its toes up...I'll have to prise Himself's wallet open before I do that...