At long last I have my hands on a copy of the typing of the dead, a quick test shows my one fingered skills to be at the dizzy heights of seven words per minute . Yesterday, whilst writing a report a superior ( and lets face it they are all superior to me) was struck dumb, but gathered to hide his embarassment by stating that he wouldn`t take me in his Dept.
Well aside from not really wanting to go there, I am now learning to type as previously wished for on this blog.
Twenty years ago I got to the dizzy height of actually being able to do it, however slow, but stopped practicing for a life , or at least a beer or two.
So If I have the muscles in there somewhere I am going to forget that I can write and spell without spellcheck and join the 1990`s ( my college work was written in a beautiful fountain pen in the mid eighties).
Off to relax my arms...............
This is a secret bunker I have whittled out of the sandy soil bebneath the house, looking carefully you can see all the tree roots that make the growing of plants in the front garden an impossibility.
