The travels of Brammers, part 9
Dec. 15th, 2009 12:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blamebramptonIn which disaster strikes!
After a lovely weekend, and with my feet still well guarded and well warmed by Raicat, I sat down this morning to do some work while the stock was made into soup and some loads of washing went through. You would think that this virtue would be rewarded. Alas, no. My computer died.
A screen tells me to restart, and when I restart, it repeats the request, ad infinitum. I ran into the Apple Store, who told me they could fix it within four weeks, and that it is either a software or a hardware problem. I may have been a tiny bit middle aged as I asked if they had any more immediate and useful suggestions. Alas, rebooting from the disk was the only suggestion.
The good news is that it is well within warranty and the disks are at home and I backed up before I left.
The bad news is that the disks are at home.
Mr Brammers also had the fuel hose come off the car as he was driving home to search the internet for other cures and then discovered he had not brought his keys with him, leading to an emergency locksmith call. I believe that is the requisite three pieces of bad luck.
I am typing this on Rai's spare laptop, and will probably not see another computer for a few days, so I am afraid the travelogue is suspended for the moment. However, I did finally visit Darwin at the Natural History Museum, where a woman was frotting his statue, so wrong! And I composed a short and hilarious photo essay that I will try and find a way to publish for you in the next few days. Let me just say, a Skoda on Eaton Square? The credit crunch is truly cruel.
After a lovely weekend, and with my feet still well guarded and well warmed by Raicat, I sat down this morning to do some work while the stock was made into soup and some loads of washing went through. You would think that this virtue would be rewarded. Alas, no. My computer died.
A screen tells me to restart, and when I restart, it repeats the request, ad infinitum. I ran into the Apple Store, who told me they could fix it within four weeks, and that it is either a software or a hardware problem. I may have been a tiny bit middle aged as I asked if they had any more immediate and useful suggestions. Alas, rebooting from the disk was the only suggestion.
The good news is that it is well within warranty and the disks are at home and I backed up before I left.
The bad news is that the disks are at home.
Mr Brammers also had the fuel hose come off the car as he was driving home to search the internet for other cures and then discovered he had not brought his keys with him, leading to an emergency locksmith call. I believe that is the requisite three pieces of bad luck.
I am typing this on Rai's spare laptop, and will probably not see another computer for a few days, so I am afraid the travelogue is suspended for the moment. However, I did finally visit Darwin at the Natural History Museum, where a woman was frotting his statue, so wrong! And I composed a short and hilarious photo essay that I will try and find a way to publish for you in the next few days. Let me just say, a Skoda on Eaton Square? The credit crunch is truly cruel.
