5 February 2009
I knew that today was going to be a bit difficult when I realised that my cousin, who lives on top of a mountain in North Wales, was going to be unable to visit owing to the snow; that I was housebound for a further half-day at least and whilst I am feeling well that is irksome; that I put my knickers on back to front and didn't realise until I had put on my trousers; that the milk was still in the freezer and had to be squeezed into my tea; that I had run out of my favourite fruit loaf for breakfast; that I had forgotten to take the laundry out of the machine and that my computer crashed on re-boot so that I had to spend at least four hours with phone calls to OH and beloved son which still did not quite sort it out.
I am still dealing with the memories raised from my old friend's funeral last week and yesterday received a letter from my ex-OH which is no longer usual (although they used to be a constant bug-bear) which I opened unthinkingly as I assumed it was to do with the family tree I am working on for my son. Not so, it was an emotional letter which again stirred up all sorts of mud from the bottom of a very long-past relationship and caused me some concerns although my lovely OH talked it all through with me, the stains of the hurts remain and I shall have to deal with them.
So, it was no great surprise when, having finally got the computer to behave and having removed the program which was somehow not working I gaily deleted both of my back-up external hard drives in order to re-back up everything except . . . I had put all my pictures, photographs and stuff for my website and all my music on one of the externals in order to speed up the C drive on this one and with one stroke I had lost them all. Scanned in photos of my family, OH's family, hours of work all gone.
I did sniffle a bit I confess and thankfully, OH has come to the rescue with a program which his IT people have given him (along with much smirking at my stupidity) and he is now retrieving it all as I speak. He is a gem and so are his IT people.
The care home rang saying that Fil was ill again as he had been on Monday and now, nearly five hours later, we are awaiting their call to see what is happening.