I sought out my local Mac computer store today. It's hard to find among the Brighton Lanes. I must have been muttering because a woman asked me if I were lost.

"It's just round the corner," she said. In a pedestrianised square. "But you'll find it's closed because last night someone drove a van into it."

Sure enough. Plywood instead of most of the glass. The sound builder-business, electric drills. iNothing to be seen.

Perhaps god was giving me a sign to delay purchase of a new printer.

Are you nuts?