DVT DAY 58
Well today has been a mixed bag of joy and frustration. After breakfast I did some serious and focussed tinkering with the laptop and to my surprise I actual managed to fix it, or so I thought. But as normal I retreated to the shed. There I wrote letters and intermittently returned to the house to check on the recovering laptop which was very slow at digesting its medicine. By the time lunchtime came around my letters were complete and the laptop appeared well, so confident was I that I packed up my IT computer repair case and put it away. My clinical supervisor and friend rings me to thank me for a card and we chat about a mutual colleague who has recently died and the current state of the COVID-19 world we live in. I also find a letter from a friend waiting for me and settle down to read it with a coffee. It is a long and thoughtful letter, which I know I will read again soon before replying.
A quick lunch taken with the family during which we order really bright cycle masks, and then I set to, to unwrap my Amazon packages. New blog covers for the hard copy, sticky hooks for the shower, which got put up. Then it was time to unpack the new electrical connectors and mend the fan heater, which obdurately refused to work even after I had rewired it. It turns out that the thermostat is knackered and there is no way to get a new one. Undaunted by my failure I take to the garden and clip the hedges along the drive way so that we can park the cares without fighting our way through three feet of hedging. Undaunted by the ache in my arms I set myself up in the green house and planted rose seeds. They were a gift in 2009 that I came across when clearing a cupboard out in the office. I’m intrigued to see if they grow.
Time to rest and check out the laptop. Bastard thing gives me the old BOOTMGR image is corrupt message. I start again to repair the boot manager. I write code into the tool, chkdsk c: /f. It appears to work, so here I am writing the blog post dinner and wondering where the time has gone today.
I will publish this and then run off the hard copies before getting an early night and spending some time reading. I have found that I have at least four unread books on my kindle, one of which is by Sandi Toksvig’s Between the Stops. So that is where I will start. Tomorrow I might get some more exercise.
