Help! There's a Frog in My Computer.

The park had always been a very quiet, peaceful place. Daisy walked through it on her way to work every day. It had been a week now since she was last here, she has been off work to deal with a few loose ends. The kind of loose ends that now mean that as she walks through the park she cant help but re evaluate everything. The old looking man who may only be 30 was still curled up on a bench. Rather than being frustrated and disgusted by him littering himself all over 'her' park, she felt warmth, and understanding. She pondered what could have brought him there.

She could smell mud, and studied fresh tyre tracks on the dew covered grass. She imagined the ease at which the little earth worms would move through the sludgy mess. Daisy stopped in the middle of the park. She usually felt silence at this ungodly hour, but this morning she could hear birds, very unusual for October, but her senses were on high alert, and that one happy bird in a distant tree never escaped daisy's astute desire to hear life. It is almost as though she is seeing everything new, for the first time, yet so distinctively familiar.

As she walked into her office, she could feel the eyes of her colleagues boring down on her. She hoped that the world would swallow her up and protect her from the weathering that was being cascaded at her discreetly. She dumped her bag on to her desk and darted straight for the coffee machine. Her usual shot of espresso didn't seem appropriate so she opted for the lemon tea that some health nut very kindly provided for those 'I must get healthy' days. Daisy used to grin at those who would drink it on a Monday then ignore it by Friday.

She plummeted into her chair, tired after her walk. "Am I imagining it or did that walk just get longer she grinned to her colleague Jo.
Jo smiled at her with a sigh, "It's so good to see you sat in that chair again
"Does that mean you have been rushed off you feet whilst I was gone?
"Exactly, so no easing into the work today, here start with this
Both laughing, the girls started their day just as any other. Daisy was relieved.

"Blast
"Hey, what's wrong?
"This computer is playing up again, its so frustrating, nothing changes does it
Jo looked at her friend "No nothing changes she said in a very sullen depressed tone.
"Look I'm supposed to be the sad one not you
"I know, and its great to see you are coping but, well, we should talk about things, you know I'm worried about you
"It's just a hiccup, a slight set back; you know one of those things that if it dont kill ya it makes you stronger!
Jo looked proud yet sad, she knew that she had to try and be as positive as her courageous friend.
"Look Jo, to put it quite simply I have a frog in my computer, that's all.
"What do you mean?
"Well picture this: I m made up of lots of different technical bits ' don't laugh, this is how the doctor explained it to me. My little database of chips has experienced a foreign object, for example a frog. It jumped on my motherboard and is hopping all over the place disrupting the flow of information. But it's a frog, you know, it doesn't belong there, and if I get the best technician to sort it out for me then hey presto, I will re- boot and Bob's your uncle!
Jo caught Daisy's eye and the pair bust into laughter.
"Oh ok, I get it now. Jo said sarcastically.
"So tell me, we all know it's something serious, but what exactly is this frog?
"It's Huntington's disease
"Bloody Hell Daisy, what are you doing here
"I'm living, and that's what I intend to do, so I don't want to hear it mentioned again!
Distressed but not allowing herself to show how upset she was to her friend, Jo knew that not even the best technician could remove this frog.