The unthinkable has happened – I survived a weekend without a PC. Yep, my new PC committed suicide early Saturday morning when Windows apparently deleted the very files it needed to start. All I could hear was the floppy drive whirring and a forlorn beep every five seconds. After (yet another) trip to Box Hill I returned home, safe in the knowledge Old Unreliable would still be there.
Well it was but it had gone out in sympathy and refused to acknowledge that there was a modem present. So, from Saturday afternoon until 7.45 this morning I had no computer – possibly the longest I have ever gone without checking my email.
At least Rae and Phee now know what I look like.
Well, we now know what he looks like with a sad face….
Bring back that smile!!