It's Coming Tomorrow

I've recently started my new Open University course (I passed last year's) and I discovered that a lot of the work is on computer and needs more sopisticated applications than my poor third hand machine can manage.  A new one is coming tomorrow.  Still I shall mourn the passing of the one I am writing on now.  It is a computer of character. 

Not long after I got it the On switch got loose and my son's friend said he would fix it.  He did.  He fixed it with superglue.  It was fixed.  No longer did the switch wobble.  In fact it didn't move at all.  Someone else sorted it out so that it could work with the insertion of a sharp object.    I wonder if anyone else starts up their computer every day with a knitting needle - or whose monitor has the equivalent of a stiff neck, so can't be adjusted and has to be balanced on a few sturdy dictionaries to save me from neck strain.

I shall miss its idiosyncracies, its weird whirrings and its penchant for suspense - will I or will I not connect to Gather?  Only time will tell if I can master the intricacies of the new one.  Will its silence unnerve me?  Will I kill it one day by absentmindedly poking it with the knitting needle?

Will my writing be better?