Whilst playing with my new fangled toy the other day (see last post), I inadvertently wiped all of Mrs K's lovingly downloaded tracks.
Gone and never to be seen again.
It had taken her several hours to compile this wonderful collection of her faves of which she was proudly chuffed about.
When your passed fifty, new technology has a habit of reminding you how out of touch you are with it. My problem is that I get so impatient for things to happen that I start clicking on buttons that I shouldn't.
Move over Barney.
Is there room for two in the doghouse?