It was the sort of plaintive phone call that makes your heart sink, although perhaps my own fault; after all, I did inadvertently advertise my tech-fixing services in last monthâs column (see issue 312, p130). Iâll rename this distraught caller, a good friend from my village, Mary. Her laptop, an aged ThinkPad, was âgoing very slowly and I canât get any work doneâ.
Maryâs employer, a utilities company, had decided that working from home was the best thing to do during The Great Unpleasantness. So Mary had rearranged the lounge in her house to ensure that she had a good table, a view out onto the road, good lighting and a proper chair. After all, she would be sitting there for most of the working day, so there was littleâŠ
