We're all mad here. Cat.

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig . . . we are off to hunt a computer to replace the one that Isaac broke (or gremlins ate) . . . and . . . are you ready for this . . . THEY DON'T HAVE WAL-MART HERE.  Ok, apparently Wal-Mart bought a company called Asda . . . but the Brits were slightly horrified when Wal-Mart tried to come in & LOOK LIKE Wal-Mart, so they had to tone it down.  And surely I've mentioned that they don't have 24 - hour shops?  Well, ok, if a shop is open 24 hours, it still only opens from 10 - 4 on Sunday (!?!?)  So we are pulling back on our break-neck speed of departure from the sleepy little hamlet of Nunthorpe in hopes of learning some good news about John's father's condition.

Ok, so no word yet on John's dad -- but the computer is bought -- GEEZE -- everything is so HARD TO DO here -- such a BIG DEAL!  And the wireless adapter isn't compatible with Windows 7.  So I have to download a driver -- except there may not be one -- but if there was, it would be on the . . . did you all guess it?  INTERNET!  So trying to connect -- but what a PIA.  Sheesh.