*Whispers*
The husband has built a computer.
I love him very, very dearly, but my goodness it is boring.
And I am one of these digital age types.
(He is currently swearing a lot and saying "it'll be the voltages because there's nothing wrong with the components, I'm trying to access the hard drive.")
Dearly I love him, but honestly.
Why can we not talk about cake?
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My beloved has just texted me to complain that the Stephen Hawking program was dumbed down.
I need cake!
Men. They are entirely extraordinary.
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