A vulgarian might suggest that this has been a bit of a shite-week. Another might say that this has been a week when God and the rest of the heavenly throng have all been having a ball, laughing their heads off at seeing my increasing head-throbbing spin.
As you know, He opened the batting last week by sending fire down upon my PC with a large blown-out power unit. Off to Kieran, who seems a perfectly nice Techie who is going to rush me for a couple of hundred to fix it. I replaced that PC pro-tem with my late father-in-law’s machine, which has taken three days, and some three hours a day, to install a different profile, all my programmes, some racing data, three email programmes and their profiles, two security systems, and my personal recipe notes onto it. This was patently too much for the box, whose memory began to wobble, resulting in a couple of blackouts. Geoff’s old PC was a great machine for a nonogenarian but doesn’t seem to cope with recipes for Balli Mahmudiye - Google it… delish.
I only know all this from a long session with my AI, going through various solutions to the collapsing RAM that, to an outsider, would have looked like I was hacking into the Pentagon. How do hackers stay sane?
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