WHERE'S THE RESTART BUTTON?

[Karan]:  I've another one of those days today.  The kids are at home and unwell (currently in bed asleep), the fax machine is dying slowly and melodramatically, probably because I'm becoming increasingly unfaithful with the scanner - but the scanner will do things the fax machine just won't countenance, so what's a girl to do?  I have my needs!

Then the all-singing-all-dancing Internet Exlorer 8 decided it wanted a duvet day today and wouldn't work (again), so I couldn't even email the scan of the fax I wanted to send!  Arghhhh!  The order I placed with an office supply company has been delivered - wrong again! - this morning, and much as I've tried to cancel my Evening Telegraph delivery I just can't make it stop, despite several phone calls and an email pleading for a quick and painless end, but they keep coming, and our recycling bin is too heavy to lift!

I have successfully persuaded Internet Explorer to work today on the promise and understanding that I don't scream at it like I did last time, and that if it feels like hanging every five minutes causing me to reboot repeatedly then that's okay, I don't mind.  So, what's next?  Two unwell children, one petulant fax machine, a seductively efficient scanner, an all-powerful but temperamental browser, a hopeless office supply company and a local evening newspaper delivered continuously - whether I want it or not - at 10am every morning. 

The children will get better with sleep and some TLC.  The fax machine can buck up or ship out, the scanner's the future.  Internet Explorer may have had me over a barrel today because of my limited time contraints, but there are many other browsers available, and it would do well to remember that.  There's no panic with the office supply company - I can wait for paper and ink cartridges, but why can't they get such a simple order right first time?  And, in a bid to focus their minds, I will withhold the settlement of my account with Johnston Publishing until the Evening Telegraph stops being delivered.  In the meantime my elderly neighbours can cancel their subscription (good luck with that!), and have my FOC copies with my compliments.

There, all sorted, but I wish days like this had a restart button.