Okay well in my last post I told you all about my Dad’s computer which refused to turn on despite my cajoling it ever so gently.
I also told you all how I had to write an email to Dad telling him his prize possession broke on my watch. We’re a family of computer geeks; losing a computer is like losing a family member…
Well I guess the “baby” isn’t actually dead … there’s hope … so I guess he’s in a computer coma … he looks so sad and peaceful
The fiancée is trawling the internet for answers …
Did I mention this is a Dell computer yet?
There are no answers…
Only the mysteries held in the Indian sub-continent …
We phone the Indian sub-continent for answers …
We are not allowed to know the secrets of the Dell computer until we have listened to Belinda Carlisle on hold for an hour …
Fiancee has a theory that Belinda Carlisle is on all hold music across the country…
Suddenly …
Silence
Yep. Silence. No “Hello, How may I assist you with your computer malfunction today?” in a thick Indian accent … just nothing
Argh!
Apparently the Indian sub-continent will be unavailable at this time
Fiancee storms over to the computer in frustration starts blowing imaginary dust out of the inside …
We try the ON button again …
This time we get two seconds of the computer fan working before it stops …
Fiancee clutches his chin in thought and consideration …
Then he administers the old hit to the side of the power supply … (Dad if you’re reading this the hit was more of a gentle tap I promise)
We try the ON button again…
The front of the computer box lights up in a majestic display of blue and purple lights. The computer fan sings. It also continues for more than two seconds. The computer screen displays moving images that dance to the song of the computer fan… TA DA!
Oh my god, why didn’t we try THAT hours ago?
I can’t believe the old “whack it on the side” technique worked.
Ha Ha Indian Sub-continent TAKE THAT!
I immediately write a furious email to Dad saying all is well, don’t worry, I was just kidding really don’t you love my joke.
Dad found it all amusing …
I could tell with his short, stern, reply…
He always gets stern when he’s amused at something I’ve done.
It said “For the love of god! Don’t touch anything!” He’s such a kidder …
Mum wrote me an email too…
She told me…
This has happened before and the computer mysteriously started again … on Dad’s watch … ha ha!
I have no idea why Dad didn’t tell me about this before …
I mean this could have been… oh I don’t know… USEFUL information!
Breathe … Breathe …
So all’s well that ends well…
The computer is working fine …
I’m just too scared to turn it off…
Ever…
Again.
I feel like the computer is holding me hostage.
I look at my haggard face in the mirror…
Big dark circles under the eyes…
Oh. My. God.
What is that to the left of my temple?
Is that … a … grey… hair?
Argh!
