Nothing Happens Saturday was all but simply a bore. Nothing happened but going to the library. I got 'Sam's System', a book about a boy called Sam. He was allways asking questions. So his dad got him a computer. The story was about what he did. The next book was called Computers. The book was about computers. Just computers. The last book making the most of your acorn magazine. It told you about how to programme a computer. Next day I played scrabble with mum and dad. Dad won! Then Auntie Sue came for a knatter. We had spookety bolinasy for tea.
[The eleven-year-old version of me was an early starter in computers apparently. I suspect this when I found out I would never at all get on in sports.]
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