Flipping screens, flipping hair and flipping cats.

There comes a time when you just have to give in and go and buy a new one.
Nothing that wrong with my Dell Inspiron 6000 laptop from which every single trusty post and pic on this blog has ever emerged, in fact I am very fond of it, but if you have a dodgy neck laptops are very bad news.
When I was in mid-very-bad-neck problem a few years ago and presented at the physio department for treatment there was one of those bulldog-chewing-wasp grimaces as I confessed to using a laptop.
Much tutting and tsking and to be honest they are right. You can't elevate the screen to eye height without also lifting your arms to eye height and though I set my chair almost to the floor and seem to be just peeking over the edge of my table it hasn't helped the State of the Neck.
Bookhound went off to throw some money at PC World on my behalf and we justified it all on the basis that if the cat's leg is currently valued at £240.05p then my neck is also worth something too. Just wanted the cheapest one, an oblong purring box thing that you switch on, an oojermaflip with letters on to type with and a great big glass thing that you look at. With such a level of technical expertise available there wasn't much point in me going.
Now I'm completely reorganised except I have Windows Vista and I'm having to learn to handle all this acrobatic flipping of screens into 3D orbit, but I'm no longer craning my neck forwards to peer at a small screen.
Then, in no way connected, there also comes a time when you have to go and have your hair cut.
This is really worse than the dentist if you have thin unimpressive hair like mine. Hairdressers like a bit of a challenge and my hair presents nil, you see their faces drop as I walk in.
Many years ago I was actually turned away from the Jingles Hairdressing Training School in London where we all used to go for cheap haircuts. Jingles was (and may still be?) a top salon and even the students were brilliant.
My hair was apparently unexciting, only fit for a pageboy cut (ah, remember those?) which would offer nothing of interest to a student's portfolio.
I only survived the humiliation of this with my trendily coiffeured flatmates because one of them was rejected by the Blood Transfusion service as 'not having enough haemoglobin', while the rest of us seemed to be overloaded with the stuff and proudly flaunted our little blue books.
This week I'd gone to find a new "stylist" because I think often a change is good and I was talked into layers. But my hair is too fine for layers I protested, no, it will "give your hair movement" I was assured. And "let's get rid of all this weight at the back"  as the hair is picked up, examined with that look of disdain and dropped.
We avoided all talk of highlights because it's doing all that without any chemical assistance whatsoever and I watched as alarming lengths of hair disappeared. Now I just have thin, shorter boring hair instead of thicker, longer boring hair but I suppose change is good and I can't see the back anyway so that's not my problem.
I should give you an update on the cat with the expensive leg too.
Tess took to the kitchen, the crate and the litter tray as to the manor born. She has rediscovered her indoor cat and hordes of wild rabbits begging to be caught wouldn't drag her out of that cat flap now. The other felines have not looked on this seemingly unwarranted indulgence kindly and have been doing their best to sneak into the crate when it's open in the hope they'll be shut in too.
The litter tray has also proved a popular attraction during one of the wettest weeks in history and all in all the previously unnoticed daily rhythm and routine of feline existence has been thoroughly disturbed and they are all out of kilter with the world they know.
Today Bookhound and I plan to put our glasses on, pin Tess down and remove stitches from a clean and well- healed leg. I've located a pair of tiny, angled very sharp scissors in the flyfishing cabinet which will do nicely.Then I plan to toss my head so that my hair moves (because now I can), do some mapping of the route to the cat flap and there will be some evictions from the house.
Bookhound can stay.