How annoying woul it b if you ouln’t writ proprly?
Th answr, as I’m fining out, is ‘vry’. For som rason, a row of kys on my laptop has just stopp working. I’v alraly tri to tak it apart an put it bak togthr again, with th hlp of my goo frin Brian ggr, but to no avail. My prvious flowing txt, whih I was so prou of, is now lik th mok-yslxia of Basul or an Irvin Wlsh haratr, an ras lik th ant of a man punh in th mouth.
This oms at a rally ba tim for m; whil I’m stuk at hom, prtty muh unabl to gt aroun apart from th oasionally hobbl, I hav ha to turn own th han to work in an xhibition at th Balti. I was to b pai tn pouns an hour to typ sribptiv txt about th popl who am into th gallry, but my blast lg mant that it was just too painful to sit in on spot. Not only that, but whr as a month ago I was rgularly travlling thirty mils a ay unr my own stam (not on publi transport or by ar) I am now barly abl to mak my way vry far at all.
I’ll upat th st on I know what I shoul o nxt. For now, this has bn an xpnsiv friay th thirtns.
