That’s simple to answer. Whatever won’t work for me I just hand it to Steve and say “Mine’s Broken” in a stupid sulky childlike voice and he calmly fixes whatever it is. He works the problem, googles the answers, sorts everything out and then hands whatever it is back to me repaired and ready for me. I’m so needy sometimes It’s embarrassing. I won’t read an instruction manual and if given anything with buttons I just press them all until it works or normally doesn’t and I have to tell Steve “mine’s broken” again and he fixes it.
It also reminds me of being a little girl and when anything went wrong or I was upset I would turn to my Dad and ask him to wave his magic wand for me to make everything okay again. I blame Walt Disney! Where would our childhoods have been without the magic of Disney, the prince and princesses, the love, the passion and the only one ending which was happily ever after….. but that’s just in fairy tales and sadly life isn’t like that.
So mine was broken and Steve can’t fix it, my Dad died in 1997 along with his magic wand and therefore whilst mine is broken we are working hard to get it repaired again. I hope that if yours is broken and you are reading this that you have a Steve or a Dad with a magic wand to help you work the problem and you come out the other side cancer FREE 🙂