Two weeks ago, the new computer arrived. It's sitting on my desk, purring happily away, looking very, very smart and new.
It's quick; it does a lot of stuff and I'm still finding my way around it. What used to be automatic now needs a great deal of thinking about. I know that in a few weeks time I'll wonder what the problems were, but just at the moment I'm feeling a like a clumsy fingered dinosaur who's been catapulted into the 21st century.
And like any true dinosaur I wish that my lovely smart new machine had come equipped with that old fashioned thing, a handbook!