Google Dancing

Google Dance and it goes like this:  Wake up early, spin and shake, turn on the laptop and log into Google. Clap, clap, spin. Stop and stare; Google account not accessible, SCREAM, spin and kick.  Try once again; no change, finger dance on the keyboard, tribal hissing dance begins.  Google forum, Google help, bang the doors, close the laptop, throw it on the floor, stamp, stamp like a herd of elephants.  Breathe deep, keep breathing, recheck Google website,  throw head back three times, screech like the wounded, rock back and forth to the humdrum of the website.  Take a break, make coffee, eat jam with cream scones, don't stop at one, hear the beat of your jaws munching, keep your feet tapping to the beat.  Book a counselling session, take a whole box of tissues; no hope in view.  Drive fast to the counsellor, take laptop with you, throw laptop in bin, three steps to the right, three steps to the left, do a handstand and a little moonwalking, you never know a miracle may happen, dig the laptop out of the bin, brush off the McDonald and Chiko Roll wrappers.  Return home, driving slower, park the car, skip to the door, complete handstand rolling and kick the door.  A twirl, and then another, a tiny jive and sit at laptop - send happy thoughts to Google.  Try account details again.  SCREAM.  Shake your hands, do the twist, be a detective, think like a professional, outwit Google at their game.  This email, that email address, confuse Google to spill the beans.  Twist and turn, heel, toe, heel, toe and try again.
VICTORY my blog account is active again!
The crowd applause, my dance craze is celebrated, I have won the trophy and I can blog again!  Nine hours of defeat,  nine hours of Google dancing and I am done.  I will blog tomorrow.  Goodnight.