Switched off thinking

Two days with no flash drive reduces work (and blogging) to a trickle, which it’ll take a few days to recover from. Yesterday I transfer a couple of important files by floppy. (Yes, I still have some… you never know when you’ll need one!) Today I buy a new drive. I hand the broken one I can’t write to to a friend at work. He hands it back fixed. Less obvious than the one in the photo, he’s moved the stupid write-protect switch. It works. He laughs. And laughs. Yeah, enough already, mate!