Worked awfully hard last night to get poster finished with countless redesigns dismissed by other half and Mrs Payne as below par. Thought on number of occasions Mrs Payne was doing herself a mischief with her breathing, now apparently standard method by which one views design work.
Finally finished design and went downstairs to find Mrs Payne most excited, proudly stated she had sent her first "electric mail" on other half's "table top". Explained laptop was still called laptop even if on table. Said she thought electric mail terribly clever, asked how long it would take to get there. Reply that was instant produced awestruck silence. Said eventually she wondered how the electric mails knew where to go on the electricity pylons. Too tired to reply.