That’s what they all say.
‘You can’t miss it’, they say.
Which means I will be driving around for at least an hour, looking for a green
house, which turns out to be blue, because ‘they’ are slightly colour-blind.
It’s a bit like buying a new,
highly advanced washing machine, after you’ve used a twin-tub which was so old
it ran along the floor from all the rattling. Along comes this gleaming,
complicated monster, with at least 17 buttons, which are covered in smooth plastic,
so it doesn’t feel as though you’ve pressed anything at all. (And they are so
sensitive that when a cat walks over them, the machine switches off, and you
think – OMG what have I done????)
Anyway, the clever machine comes
along, is installed, and at 10.30 at night you are ready to begin your first
brand – new, sparkly, whiter than white, wash. And you look for the
instructions. All those buttons to choose from.
There are no instructions.
Zilch.Nothing. Except for a delivery slip, which doesn’t count. Thank god for
fuzzy logic.
At least my rattly twintub offered
exhaustive instructions, notions, suggestions, superbly presented in Japanese
English. Right down to pointing out the ‘Usefull (sic) pocket”, for which
nobody ever found any use at all.
Anyway, the point of this is to
find out how this blogging really works, in its most basic form. No, I haven’t
spent any dollars on it, I’ll wait until the exchange rate comes down from deep
space.
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