.... is full of woe. And I mean overflowing with rageful woe.
I was all prepared to give you a little contented chuntery post today, but instead my whole day has been completely derailed, as in, a complete train-wreck, by this:
It switches on, but the touchscreen is of course obviously useless.
Yes, you're right, it isn't as bad as ... say ... losing your internet. But I am in no mood for your words of comfort and mitigation, I am the mardiest thing that was ever mardy.