Computer problems have been driving me crazy lately. We can't afford to get it fixed so hubby's been tinkering. They love to tinker don't they? Most of my childhood memories of my Dad are of him with his head stuck under the bonnet, or talking to his legs as they protruded from underneath the car. I'm sure most of the time there was nothing wrong with it, he just enjoyed tinkering. I think his attempts were more successful that my husbands though. The more he insists he's 'fixed it', the more problems I seem to have.
I rely on the internet to connect me to the outside world. I don't socialise, we don't have the money to go out really, and I don't really like leaving him on his own too often. We like spending time together (good job really) but it does mean that since moving to Cornwall a few years ago we have made no friends. We'll chat to neighbours, and there are one or two people we know locally but we see them rarely (and when I say locally I mean 30 or 40 miles away) so I can feel very isolated at times.
I use facebook to keep in touch with family as it cuts the cost of phone calls, and for the same reason use emails to deal with most problems that arise. As a result any problem with the laptop is a major headache. I suspect the poor, overworked, old thing is on its last legs and I really don't know what I'll do once it finally gives up the ghost. Still, it seems to be cooperative this afternoon and working reasonably well so I thought I'd drop by and say hello to let you all know I'm ok, just battling with a burnt out, stream driven old computer that likes to put its feet up and have a rest every so often.
Usually when I have the most work to do.