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Our new computer arrives tomorrow.

This one is fine except on the occasions when it refuses to start and I have seven kinds of panic that everything I've ever written will be lost to the ether. I mentioned to Husband before Christmas that I could do with a new one but it could wait until the January sale. I'd forgotten about it since then but a couple of days ago he said, 'Take a look at that. It's the best one. If you're happy with it order it.'

I made a show of reading the blurb but a computer's a computer and if he says it's good that enough for me. He knows about these things.

On the other hand, he doesn't always use common sense - something incidentally that he accuses me of lacking. 

I said to him, 'Please put the clothes in the basket in the airing cupboard.'