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Sitting, annoyed, watching TV i had finally given up on the hope that my darling computer (daisy- yea so i name my computer, i'm not a freak...cough cough [she's named after a sheep]) would be returned safely home. Sighing i flick the channel to scuzz (and managed to see the 'I Am Ghost' video- DAMN they're good) and then the doorbell rings. Opening it, hurriedly, i see the most beautiful sight in the world; a bald man in jogging gear soaking wet with my baby in my arms. I took daisy to the study and then...eh, here we are. I love mr. Computer man :)