The Thunderstorm

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7:00 am today
A severe thunderstorm hit Tartous.
My casualty list:
1. At home
A fried electronic board rendered the treadmill useless.
2. At the office:
A. One USB hub
B. One USB port on my laptop
C. One Wireless ADSL router
D. Two printers

All bit the dust.
What a way to start a blog.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I'm so sorry for your loss. Please accept my e-condolonces on your wireless hubs!
10:04 PM
Anonymous said…
me too sorry
10:19 AM
Fenella said…
I'm here...at the beginning. Sounds like some things never change!! :)

From someone close to your heart.
9:48 AM
Abufares said…
@Fenella
You were never "close" to my heart. From the beginning you have been dwelling inside. And you're going to stay there till the very end.
4:49 AM
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