Albert phones. “The man with the beard has broken my novel”, he says. “I think you’ll have to come and have a look.” I have to sigh. Especially when I realise that I actually understand every word in that sentence AND what they mean all put together.
The Man With The Beard is a fairly regular character in our daily dramas. His company provides the cable TV and internet service to Albert’s flat (yes, that Man with Beard – I think you know who I mean – not Santa!). Albert believes him to be American (he “can’t see the point” of Americans) and, consequently, the Man With the Beard gets the blame for a great many things.
It used to be just when the wi-fi had accidentally been switched off or Albert didn’t approve of something on TV that That Man was responsible, although these days he seems to regularly jinx vacuum cleaners, kettles, all kinds of computer software and, oddly, rearranges the bookshelves from time to time too.
I plug the wi-fi router back in, restart the laptop and, eventually, locate the missing file (I’ll have to tell you about Albert’s ‘novel’ some other time after I’ve had a little lie down in a dark room).
“Of course,” says Albert, “If you’d got me a proper British computer in the first place, That Man With A Beard wouldn’t have been able to break into it.”
“Bye Albert”, I say. “See you tomorrow.”
Only answer is to laugh!