“Captain’s log. Stardate 031118. I have been lost in cyberspace for over four hours and rescue seems unlikely. The wall lights I’ve been trying to buy for the stairs and landing have eluded me for almost an entire calendar year yet still I search for them, typing every known combination of the words “brass”, “glass”, “wall” and “light” into Google and (in one case) getting to results page 2,013 before managing to pull myself out of the internet black hole. Commander AMR has proved himself useless in remembering to beam me back up to reality, lounging in his big leather chair on the bridge of the Starship Enterprise, watching Wheeler Dealers on the control panel.”
Crikey, I don’t know what I’ve wasted more time doing, this evening; searching for the aforementioned wall lights or doing Virtual 3D tours of the Starship Enterprise trying to find out what that main room is called that they all sit in. This is the story of my life at the moment – I have so much to do, but keep finding really insignificant projects to throw myself into. Yesterday I spent an hour looking at holiday photos that someone on Instagram had put up. I didn’t know this person, they just appeared on the home page and had a cute baby and before I could stop myself, I’d watched the birth video, the wedding video and found out (via Google) that they had been married twice before and their last husband had bee...