I am lying in bed with the sweetest white macbook on my lap. Big Friendly has gone to fetch milk for our second cups of coffee, and I still have over an hour’s worth of battery time to write this post. This, for me, is the most exciting part. I have a laptop that doesn’t need to be plugged in all the time.

I already know that Eugene Terreblanche has been murdered (terrible), I have updated my facebroek status, checked the weather forecast (which says nothing about the howling wind), and all this form the comfort of my cat-crumpled sheets.

It’s a love affair.