Now picture this:
There I am running along on the treadmill - feeling rather proud of myself as the gym teacher has taken to waving through the window and remarking on my diligence at the gym.
Then my phone rings, tis Kasper. I answer while running. Coordination at its best, he calls a lot.
The he says he broke the laptop.
I tripped and fell off the treadmill.
Wrist hurts now.
Sure glad I was alone at that exact moment.
The computer was fun, turned out to be some pop up he did not know how to get rid of.