PC and pathos

It seems I misjudged the time it took to build a PC and it was a little more tricky than a Harry Potter Lego Castle after all. The construction part was easy enough and certainly much easier than the Tyrannosaurus Rex I once made out of toilet tubes and triangular snippets of cardboard, but like many before me I fell foul of those mysterious things drivers, and collapsed sobbing to the floor at 3am.
I got there in the end (it took one day to build, and three to sort the software out andset up the network) and here is a picture of my creation, the fastest smartest PC in the house, and far too good for J, who will only mess it up, already I have had to remove a bridle hanging from the printer port.



I am obviously better with PCs than ponies as will be told in my next hapless entry, in which Clyde enjoys a stolen snack and I jam the poor lad’s two-ton body in a gateway - but that will have to wait.

A horsebox left for Blade’s Hill last Sunday with an empty space in it, not offered to us. And there is a cross country competition a mere ten miles away scheduled for March 27 - so near, but yet so far! At this point in time pony-girl and I feel we will never get to a show and are doomed to spend our lives kneedeep in muck and tail detangler.