THE AGE OF THE VIRUS
My computer is running as fast as a three legged donkey. I wait an age for it to boot up, and finding pages on the net is near impossible this side of midnight.
It wasn’t as if I didn’t ask the internet community for help. I had suggestions from rebooting to defragging – whatever that is.
My brain was so fuzzy. I phoned my son. He listened for about thirty seconds before he said. “Dad, you’ve got a virus.”
“But you installed anti-virus software.”
“Can you remember what I told you to do?”
“Dad, I think you’ve got the virus.”