This morning I woke to a beautiful a rare sunshine filled Scottish day. The plan was to go sit in my garden and happily write the day away. Sadly it would not be.
My trusted writing companion, my little laptop has decided today it no longer wants to be my friend.
I was greeted by a start up error, apparently something has become corrupt and it won’t boot up. I need a disk to repair it. I don’t have this. I bought my laptop from my old office 6 years ago when they were shutting down. All I got was the charger and the laptop. No disk. Sure it’s been 6 years and xp hasn’t been supported since 2014 but my little laptop has plodded along nicely for my writing.
As a result I’ve lost access to 8 pieces of poetry I was working on, plus my entire catalogue hasn’t been backed up in while so there lots lost there too.
The only store in town that does computer repair is closed until Friday due to a refurbishment.
So here I am utterly dazed with no idea what to do. For now I fear this blog may become quiet for a while as I try to recover everything I’ve lost.