Confused or What?

There comes a point in life when it seems as though things are conspiring against you and you can only conclude that you are past your sell by date.

My 'best by date' was obviously a while ago and I'm running behind times.

After the emotionally draining day of yesterday, I got home to find that my printer died just after I had ordered more ink cartridges for it on the internet.
How unlucky is that?

I'm certain it could have been repaired, but it was quite old and I managed to get a replacement today which cost less, I'm sure, than sending the original back to Epson and paying for a repair.
(If any one would like a handful of ink cartridges 0481/2/3/4/5/6 Epson compatible with the RX620 and others, would they please make their presence known to me)

I managed to connect the new one to my computer with a USB cable, following the instructions to the letter. I was ecstatic to find that it worked.
As to the WiFI connection- I'll tackle that when I feel stronger, much stronger.

Next on the list of things beyond me is trying to book a shuttle bus from Budapest airport to our hotel when we go there next month.
D77 tells me it's easy, but when I've tried, the page starts in English but then subsequently changes to Hungarian. Obviously I must be being stupid.

It's this sort of technical thing that drives me mad and leaves me in despair at this new complicated world I inhabit.

Last night I went to see Benet Brandreth in the Fringe and found 'The Brandreth Papers' a bit over my head. It just showed me how as an erstwhile scientist my knowledge of things classical is zilch.
He must have noticed me in the audience because when I left, I was given an explanation sheet of references, designed for people who could't keep up.

My light is at a peep.

EDIT: I was being stupid. I failed to notice in amongst all the Hungarian headings for the airport shuttle, the little lower case letters hu en de. No flags or capital letters.