Is it cos I is Mac?

Fiends, it is with a tear of genuine sadness that I announce the death of Willow, the world's most beautiful laptop.  A thing of glossy, blood-red foxiness, she has served me well for an amazingly long time and still remains more gorgeous than anything Sony have produced since.  However she appears to have gone the same way as my previous Vaio - a knackered power socket. 
 
So I have done the deed.  I have gone to the squeaky bright side and bought a 13" Macbook Air.  It will arrive in 3 days' time.
   
G is already bracing himself for the barrage of swearing that will ensue every time I discover some new thing that the Mac won't let me do that I could do on Windows. I can't help it....  I know it's gonna happen.  I already get outraged on a daily basis by our various house Macs.  However I also kind of love them for being so... y'know.  And I've had to concede that, these days, I mainly use my laptop for sifting through billions of photographs and HD video processing - and tend to remote-control my Windows work machine when I need to use professional software at home.  Also my style of working is to have 85 applications all running at once and to reboot under sufferance once a century.  G has forced me to do online research to check how it will cope, and the word on the street is that the latest Air is well equipped for such shenanigans.  Also it has a very nice screen resolution.  And iz waffer thin!  
 
So wish me luck.  I promise I'll try not to axe it to pieces straight away. 
 
In other news - a NEW FLATPACK has just arrived!!!  This is Jim-Jam's baby bookcase.  Oh how I love flatpacks.  Especially easy ones like this. Funski!