Yesterday’s great achievement was unsubscribing from a couple spammy email lists. I thought I’d make sure something positive came out of today as well by cleaning my filthy keyboard. It had gotten to the stage where all I had to do was turn it upside down and shake it, and voila, there was my mid-morning snack. So, stage 1 was hoovering it. That went well, until two of my keys were, er, sucked off, and into our Henry. Things spiralled down a bit from there (but when do things ever spiral up, eh?). I had to take the bag out, and try to retrieve the keys. You’d have thought they’d be somewhere in the neck or upper gullet of Henry but no, a medical-type palpation of Henry’s full digestive tract, the viscera and chitterlings, revealed that they were deep, deep in the bowels. So I had, with vigorous shaking, accompanied by canny fingerings of the bag’s rubbery orifice, to expel all the dust and crud. In the end I looked like I’d been tarred and feathered. Got the keys, though, so all OK. Sort of. And it meant I hadn’t wasted yet another lockdown day.